Well it's down in California where the orange trees grow
And there's a pretty little girl that he used to know
Well he called me everyday about a quarter to one
She said Come on over daddy lets have some fun
He said, I heard about your husband is he back from the gym?
She said, Come on over daddy don't you worry bout him
Not me, no not me - I aint no boxer
A not me, a no not me
Now he's down in Alabama where they say you were
Where they dance all around until they have a ball
Where we saw down in the village they were gathered around
And then they looked at him, they called him Cat the Clown
He said Now wait a minute Buster, you didn't call me right
They said What you're tryin' to do, boy is start a little fight?
Not me Not me, no not me
I ain't no boxer
Not me, no not me, not me, no not me,
Well now he's back in Virginia back in his home town
A where he's got a reputation from a miles around
Yeah, and never no more will he ever roam
You know he's stickin' right there a to his happy home
Oh well a fella walked up to him he said lets make a trip
He said You better shut-up before I bust you in your lip
Not me, not me, no not me
He ain't got to go nowhere!
Uh-huh, not my baby!
You know you been hurt out there on that road!
Yep, keep it comin'!
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"Not Me" as written by Gary L. Anderson Frank Joseph Guida
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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