Ain’t None of My Bizness

Gallavanting round my neighborhood
I spied old Deacon Jones
Cruising in a brand new Maserati
Like a deacon ain't supposed to own
He waved his hand holding a big cigar
And gave me a little grin
Said, "Johnny you don't mind what you think
Even heaven holds little sin"

(I said) It ain't none of my bizness
You go on do what you want to do
It ain't none of my bizness
Lord, that between God and you

Pops went down to the race track
Spending Momma's hard earned bread
He told me, 'son don't tell your Momma
If you do your Pops it dead"

It ain't none of my bizness
You go on do what you want to do
It ain't none of my bizness
That between Mom and you

Strolling with my baby way downtown
We was shopping for cloths
She saw something she really didn't like
And got up her nose
There was her husband with a woman half his age
I said "cool out, mamma, take it easy, don't even start to rage"

You know it ain't none of my bizness
What your husband do
It ain't none of my bizness
You better hope he don't see us, too

Now I might drink a little to much wine
All about a Saturday night
I don't want no church lady saying
"Lord it's not right"

Because, it ain't none of her bizness what old Johnny do
He turned the water into wine
People had a good time
And I'm gonna have one too