So what's it to you
You're down another 8 ball
And haven't even got the cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to
what you resort to
Singing
Charles We ain't gonna hurt you
When there's f**k all else to do
You could eat the foam
from the headrest
You could knock the wind
out of my breath
You can kick the teeth
into my head
There's no cause for concern
So what's it to you
You're down another 8 ball
And haven't even got the cue
And you look dreadful
When you jump to
what you resort to
Singing
Charles We ain't gonna hurt you
When there's f**k all else to do
You could eat the foam
from the headrest
You could knock the wind
out of my breath
You can kick the teeth
into my head
Still there's no cause for concern
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
We ain't gonna hurt you
Cuz when there's f**k all else to do
We could eat the foam
from the headrest
You can suck the wind
out of my breath
And you could kiss the teeth
into my head
Still there's no cause for concern
I said there's no cause for concern