i don't give a whit
and i really wish..you'd stop bugging me
i don't give a whit
and in a little bit...i'll be done with you
there's no lunch that we need to share
let's end this trial
and go elsewhere

i don't give a whit
cause you'd never fit...as a wife, that's true
i don't give a whit
sounds a little bit...like real strife to me
i'll return to the lonely guys
keep the ring
its worth the price

i don't give a whit
you have little wit....it occurs to me
i don't give a whit
i cringe a little bit...when i think of you
now's the time when the truth is bared
go chase yourself
and run away back home

go on home
pack your things and go back home
oh yeah
you got a week