Well, excuse me, baby
What in the world is going on?
Got an earful of trouble
When I called you on the telephone
Yeah

Well, you're screaming and crying
Bitching how bad you been used
Well, I aidn't got nothing for you
Now I'm strapping on my travelling shoes

Well, I ain't got nothing for you
I ain't got nothing for you
Don't stand there with your hand out, honey
I ain't got nothing for you
No, baby
Oh yeah

Well, I ran into your mama
At the bar last Saturday night
Well, the last thing I'd ever want to do
Is not to treat you right
She's been telling everybody in town
I'm the one you need
Well, my tracks out of the driveway'll
Be the last thing you see of me (Right now, baby)

Well, I ain't got nothing for you
I ain't got nothing for you
Well, don't stand there with your hand out, honey
I ain't got nothing for you

No, I can't shut you up
I can't shut you down
Oh, no, no, no
I can't shut you off
You're still around, yeah

Well, I can't shut you up
No, no, I can't shut you down
No no, no no, no
I can't shut you off

(Well, I ain't got nothing for you)
I ain't got nothing for you
Don't stand there with your hand out, honey
I ain't got nothing for you (No no, no no, no)

Well, I ain't got nothing for you (I can't shut you up)
No, I ain't got nothing for you (Oh, I can't shut you down)
Well, don't you be looking for a handout, honey (I can't shut you off)
I ain't got nothing for you (Oh, no)
Oh yeah