Much is said,
much is done;
it ain't no use,
but might be fun

No matter where you go,
no matter how you run:
if you're feeling low,
it ain't no fun

Everybody's left,
no one is here,
you're so bereft,
your loss is sheer

Turning this way,
or turning that;
you have no say,
don't know where it's at

If you're kinda late
If you suffer a blow,
it's simply your fate,
this ain't your show

Everybody's left,
no one is here,
you're so bereft,
your loss is sheer

You're just a dumb ass,
the daftest of fools,
never will charm a lass,
you just don't have the tools

but come around,
give it all up,
don't care where you're bound,
fill your cup up

Everybody's left,
no one is here,
you're so bereft,
your loss is sheer

and wherever you go,
wherever you've gone,
remember Jim Crow,
and read some John Donne