(j. brown b. byrd)



You can't tell me how to run my life down

And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound

You can't tell me what i'm doing wrong

When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song

You can't tell me which way to go

Cause i'm six and seven and then some more



Like a dull knife that just can't cut

Just talking a lot and saying nothing

And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing



Don't tell me how to do my thing

When you can't do your own

Don't you tell me how to feed my boy

When you know i'm grown

Don't you tell me her dress

You can't tell me how to run my mess



You're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin'

You're just talking a lot and saying nothing

And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing here we go ...



Shape up your bag, don't worry 'bout mine

My thing is together and i'm doin' fine

Good luck to you, just allow that i'm wrong

Just keep on singing that same old funny song

Then just keep on singing that same old funny song

Just keep on singing that same old funny song...



Keep on singin', keep on singin' ...n'