She's not me She's not me and she'll never be, never be, never be Eh, or is it none of my business? None of my business (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) Is it none of my business? (oh, ah, oh, ah, eh) She doesn't love you like I do She doesn't have my name However

A working class hero is something to be If you want to be a hero well just follow me As soon as you're born they make you feel small By giving you no time instead of it all Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all They hurt you at home and they

Ain't nunya business (Nunya) To know who I'm with Ain't nunya business (Ain't nunya) 'Cause you don't want the world to know That you lost a girl who got it on her own It'd be good for you to let it go, let it go, let it go Oh, none of my shit Oh, none

Mama don't go Daddy come home I just got to tell you Mother, you had me But I never had you I wanted you But you didn't want me

'Cause, oh, my Wants none of that noon glow 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem Do I get to pet her there Grab me some glow Luring every lad about While leaving me moaning low Oh, Firefly, why can't I Latch on to you know how

Oh! Hé! Hein! Bon! Oui, je sais je perds tout mais c'que j'veux pas C'est qu'on se moque de moi La la la la la la la La la la la la la Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait de mes clés? Mes lunettes et mes papiers? Mon veston, mon lorgnon? Mon étui d'accordéon?

Angela tu vas tomber Angela tu vas flancher Car si tu conti-continues Du quartier tu seras la risée Pour oublier ses soucis Elle danse, danse, danse, danse Toute la nuit À force de prouver et trop se montrer Oh non oh, aya aah

And let this winter pass on by Peoples, I'm gonna have to go Call my baby You know the little girl fail to come If I call my baby You know the little girl would fail to come Hot spring water Oh, yeah boy, wouldn't help her none I mean, wouldn't help her

Or we will never be friends again We're here today and gone tomorrow oh None of us knows when life will end I wanna keep you for my friend One of us has to say he's sorry yeah Let's have a drink and talk it over I wanna keep you for my date

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, They gave him ten for two Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free In the stir for breathing air What else can the judges do? It ain't fair, John Sinclair Won't you care for John Sinclair? Let him be, set him free Let him be like you