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".
CHORUS
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".
CHORUS
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.