Talkin' Loud And Sayin' Nothing
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 keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny, ow!
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
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 keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny song
Just keep on singin' that same old funny, ow!
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
Credits
Writer(s): James Brown, Bobby Byrd
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