Don't tell me anything, anyhow
Your contribution, proposed solution
Fails for now
'Cause I can see your house from here
Now the leaves have fallen, dear
You're such a little privateer
As your confession draws more near

Don't sell me anything of any kind
Your one time offers is so uncalled for
You call it peace of mind
But I don't want your life insurance
Home auto health fire insurance
Just make this basic inference
Employ a little common sense

Time and again I find I'm listless
Or rather fistless
In time that's what I find
Carry me to Mecca with what you may divine

Take me with you
Take me with you
You don't leave me
Behind

Don't tell me anything anyhow
Your trite donation, commercialization
Won't hold water now
'Cause I can see your ship from here
Now the weather's bright and clear
You're such a little privateer
As your confessions draws near

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Andrew Wegman Bird