It’s not my stone, but it’s always in my pocket It’s not my stone, that I’m afraid to lose It’s not my stone, but it is not my interest It’s not my stone, but it’s my sudden muse
I don’t know my favorite color As a rule it depends on the mood It’s not my stone and it creates troubles And so I should pretend to be a fool
Chorus
I’ll get drunk as a lout (x4)
Verse 2
It’s not my stone, but I’ll give it nobody It’s not my stone, but I trust in its force It’s not my stone, but it lies in my bedroom It’s not my stone, but it has given me a choice
I’ll not hide my opinion But I don’t believe that it means anything It’s not my stone and it’s my silent minion Find for us a warm and crude bin
Chorus
Verse 3
It’s not my stone, but it’s always in my pocket It’s not my stone, that I’m afraid to lose It’s not my stone, but it is not my interest It’s not my stone, but it’s my sudden muse