It Doesn't Mean A Thing
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Well I never knew my mother But I can't say that that's so bad. She was still a girl of seventeen The night she met my dad. He was just six months out of chino Trying his hardest to stay clean. When they'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing "It didn't mean a thing" It was a shotgun hippy wedding They forgot to bring the guns. They were too busy counting promises To children not yet born. No one could afford the ride They just hitched up the 101 And they'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing "I should have been sleeping in the sun" And there was a loneliness, they would confess Like the world had just gone bad I guess. And they'd hold hands looking into the eyes of god. And they'd say tell me why you hid from us Why you filled us with such wickedness Why you spared us from your grace But not the rod. Now my dad said fuck the details You just keep your head down, hide You gotta find yourself alone before your final ties are gone You may be broken scared and battered, dear I confess to your my hearts dreams You were born to be a peasant not a king So just stop acting like you were running from something And they'd just sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing "It doesn't mean a thing"
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