You really think that innocence Is just a word When you smile at me it seems So absurd You’re so full of ambition Pride and desire If I told you it’s all meaningless Would you call me a liar And it don’t mean a thing Record company mogul Queuing in your room Makes you so excited It makes you swoon You trip the light fantastic And think you are the Queen Then somebody tells you That you can’t even sing And it don’t mean a thing I’ll miss you like a matchbox That’s gone off in my face Lost your marbles long ago Now you’re off in space The prison wardens ghetto blaster Is making quite a noise Well the day you lost everything You lost your equipoise And it don’t mean a thing And it don’t mean a thing