You really think that innocence
Is just a word
When you smile at me it seems
So absurd

You’re so full of ambition
Pride and desire
If I told you it’s all meaningless
Would you call me a liar

And it don’t mean a thing

Record company mogul
Queuing in your room
Makes you so excited
It makes you swoon

You trip the light fantastic
And think you are the Queen
Then somebody tells you
That you can’t even sing

And it don’t mean a thing

I’ll miss you like a matchbox
That’s gone off in my face
Lost your marbles long ago
Now you’re off in space

The prison wardens ghetto blaster
Is making quite a noise
Well the day you lost everything
You lost your equipoise

And it don’t mean a thing
And it don’t mean a thing