Nothing Comes To Nothing

Oh, won't you come, come back to Earth 'cause they're all concerned

You know how they worry for you

And all their words, they jar my nerves I know

Each curse by each new kiss is run through

Nothing comes to nothing without you, my baby

Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby, oh no

At an Amwellian do a tongue soaked in booze says

He's filthy and much older than you

Oh, the sick, sick muse, the sickly muse

Pulls out her sickle so shiny, cuts the tongue in two

And the music sways and forays and surges and says

Give me the young guy in blue

The music sways, it forays and surges and says

Break your heart in two

Nothing comes to nothing without you, my baby

Nothing ever comes to nothing with my baby, oh no

All I ever do is sigh

Ah, oh

Where's the happy prince? Where? There's his smilin' bride

He's right beside you, oh

Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby, oh no

Nothing's ever good for nothing with that lady, oh no

Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby

Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby

Yeah, oh

Yeah, oh

Nothing comes to nothing without my baby

Nothing ever comes to nothing with my baby