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