I WENT TO A PARTY WITH MY NEW GIRLFRIEND, IT WAS RIGH TDOWNTOWN AT THE HOLIDAY INN.
I WALKED IN THE DOOR AND TO MY SURPRISE, THEY WERE ALL DRESSED UP IN SUITS AND TIES.
WELL I AINT ONE TO JUDGE NO ONE AND I JUST CAME HERE TO HAVE SOME FUN.
SO I WENT TO THE BAR AND ORDERED A DRINK. WHISKEY, WAS ALL I COULD THINK.

SOME GUY AT THE BAR GAVE ME A STARE AND SAID "SON THIS HERE'S A PRIVATE AFFAIR".
I COULD TELL HE DIDN'T HAVE NO COUTH, SIPPIN ON HIS PINK VERMOUTH.
WELL I WAS THREE SHOTS IN AND FEELIN TOUGH AND HE KEPT IT UP AND I HAD ENOUGH.
I SAID "I SEE YOU STARIN AT MY BOOTS AND JEANS BUT MAN, YOU DON'T KNOW ME".

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AND YOU DON'T KNOW JACK
YOU DON'T KNOW JIM
YOU DON'T KNOW JOHNNY WALKER RED OR HIS NEXT OF KIN
YOU THINK YOU'RE ABOVE ALL THE THINGS I LOVE
DON'T TALK NO SMACK, LESS' YOU GOT THE FACTS
YOU DON'T KNOW JACK

WELL ABOUT THAT TIME MY GIRL WALKED IN, SHE LOOKED AT ME WITH A SIDEWAYS GRIN.
SHE COULD SEE WHERE THIS WHOLE THING WAS GOING, A CROWD HAD ALREADY STARTED GROWING.
WHEN THE, MAITRE'D WITH THE TURNED UP NOSE COME CHARGIN IN, WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE?
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, BEFORE I COULD STAND, SHE GOT IN HIS FACE AND SAID "TALK TO THE HAND".

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WELL THE MORAL OF THE STORY, THE LESSON TO LEARN
PLAY WITH FIRE YOU MIGHT GET BURNED
I'M NOT A FIGHTER, I'M JUST A LOVER.
DON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY THE COVER.

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