Burton Cummings - Nothing RhymedIf I gave up the seat I'd been saving For some elderly lady or man Am I being a good boy, am I your pride and joy? Mother, please tell me, please, say I am
And if while in the course of my duty I perform an unfortunate take Would you punish me so unbelievably so? Mother, please tell me, please, say I ache
This feeling inside me could never deny me The right to be wrong if I choose The best feeling I get from just placing a bet Is to lose
Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured Nothing gained, nothing stillborn or lost Nothing further than proof Nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time, nothing sweeter than wine Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind Nothing I couldn't say, nothing, why? 'Cause today, nothing rhymed