by Porter Grainger and Everett Robbins There ain't nothing I can do, or nothing I can say, Some folks will criticize me. So I'm gonna do just what I want to anyway, And don't care if you all despise me. If I should take a notion To jump into the ocean, It ain't nobody's business if I do. If I go to church on Sunday And I shimmy down on Monday, It ain't nobody's business if I do. And if my friend ain't got no money And I say, "All right, take all of mine honey," It ain't nobody's business if I do. If I lend her my last nickel And it leaves me in a pickle, It ain't nobody's business if I do. I would rather my gal would hit me Than to haul right up and quit me. It ain't nobody's business if I do. I know that she won't call no copper If she gets beat up by her poppa. It ain't nobody's business if I do, Lord no. Well, it ain't nobody's business if I do.