Talkin' Loud And Sayin' Nothing (feat. The Original J.B.s) [Complete Version]

Like a dull knife just ain't cuttin' We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing You can't tell me how to run my life down You can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound You can't tell me what I'm doin' wrong When you keep jivin' and keep on singin' that same old funny song You can't tell me which way to go 'Cause I'm six and seven and then some more You can't tell me, hey Like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin' We're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, what, sayin' nothing Don't tell me how to do my thing When you can't, can't do your own Don't tell me how to feed my boy When, when you know I'm grown You can't use me like a woman when she throw away her dress And you can't tell me how to use my mess You're like a dull old knife that just ain't cuttin' You're just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My thing is together and doin' fine Good luck to you, just allow that I'm wrong Just keep on singin' that same old funny song Then just keep singin' that same old funny song... I got ya, I want ya, I musta, I gotta Isn't anxious and dust to dust I musta, I keep on a, I'm feeling a I need ya, I say I will The point is too darn clear I said I need ya, you're only, you're only I said, you're only, you're only, you're only You can't tell me how to run my life down And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound And you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song Like a dull knife that just can't cut Just talkin' a lot and sayin' nothing Just sayin' nothing, just sayin' nothing... Wait a minute Shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My thing is together and doin' fine Good luck to you over there There's a lot of wrong Just keep on singin', just keep on singin' Just keep on singin', keep on singin'... That same old funny song, that same old funny song... Just keep on singin', keep on singin'... Bobby, we're groovin' so great here I want the engineer to let the tape keep runnin' We're gonna do something funny right here We're gonna stop real quick and rap a little 'Cause then we're gonna keep it goin' Wait a minute, stop fellas, cool I say keep on singin', keep on singin' Keep on singin', keep on singin'... Yeah, good God, Charlie Huh, you can't tell me what I'm doing wrong When you can't, can't do your own You can't tell me how to feel, boy What, when you're doin' wrong When you know I'm grown You can't tell me how to run my mess You can't tell me, you can't tell me... You just can't use me like a woman throw away her dress You can't tell me how to run my mess Shape, shape, shape, shape... Shape, hard for me to say sometimes It's my thing, you know Shape, shape up your bag, don't worry about mine My bag's together and doin' fine Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong Good luck to you, there's a lot of wrong Where is he, where is he, over there.