Nothingville
Born in a two bit town
Where nothing's real
They treat me like a country clown in

Nothingville
I ain't gonna keep a-hanging 'round
While doors keep slamming in my face
People keep putting me in my place

It's a rat's race at a snail's pace
Nothingville, Nothingville
Nothingville

Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
Can't you hear me when I call?
Well you ain't so big, you know you just tall that's all, All right
Well you got me working, boss man
Working round the clock
I want to little drink of water
But you won't let big Al stop
Big boss man, now can't you hear me when I call? All right
I said you ain't so big, you know you just tall that's all

Big boss man, why can't you hear me when I call? All right
You know you ain't not so big, I said you just tall that's all, All right
I'm going to get me a boss man
The one who's going to treat me right
I work hard in the day time
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Can't you hear me when I call?
I said you ain't so big, you just tall that's all
I'm going to get me a boss man
One that's going to treat me right
I work hard in the evening
Rest easy at night
Big boss man, big boss man, can't you hear me when I call?
I said you ain't so big, you just tall that's all
All right, big boss man
It's all right

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
Got a room at the YMCA
For the next three weeks I went hunting them nightclubs
Just looking for a place to play
Well, I thought my picking would set them on fire
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man

Well, I nearly about starved to death down in Memphis
I run out to money and luck
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
On a overloaded poultry truck
I thumbed on down to Panama City
Started picking out some of them all night bars
Hoping I could make myself a dollar
Making music on my guitar
I got the same old story at them all night piers
There ain't no room around here for a guitar man
We don't need a guitar man, son

So I slept in the hobo jungles
Roamed a thousand miles of track
Till I found myself in Mobile, Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jamming
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed them what a band would sound like
With a swinging little guitar man
Show them, son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
Find yourself down around Mobile
Make it on out to a club called Jack's
If you got a little time to kill
Just follow that crowd of people
You'll wind up out on his dance floor
Digging the finest little five-piece group
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
Guess who's leading that five-piece band
Well, wouldn't you know, it's that swinging little guitar man

Well, I came a long way from the car wash
Got to where I said I'd get
Now that I'm here I know for sure
I really have not got there yet
Think I'll start all over
Swing my guitar over my back
I'm going to get myself back on the track
I'll never, never ever look back
I'll never be more than what I am
Wouldn't you know
I'm a swinging little Guitar man

I went and bought myself a ticket
And I sat down in the very first row
They pulled the curtain
But then when they turned the spotlight way down low
Little Egypt came out struttin'
Wearing nothin' but a button and a bow

Singing, Ying-yang, ying-yang
Ying-yang, ying-yang

She had a ruby on her tummy
And a diamond big as Texas on her toe
She let her hair down
And she did the hoochie-coochie real slow
When she did her special number on the zebra skin
I thought she'd stop the show

Singing, Ying-yang, ying-yang
Ying-yang, ying-yang

She did her triple somersault, and when she hit the ground
She winked at the audience, and then she turned around
She had a picture of a cowboy tattooed on her spine
Said, Phoenix, Arizona 1949

Yeah, but let me tell you people
Little Egypt doesn't dance there anymore
She's too busy mopping
And a-takin' care of shopping at the store
'Cause we've got seven kids
And all day long they crawl around the floor

Heh
Singing, Ying-yang, ying-yang
Ying-yang, ying-yang, ying-yang

If you're looking for trouble
You came to the right place
If you're looking for trouble
Just look right in my face

I was born standing up
And talking back
My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

Because I'm evil
My middle name is Misery, yeah, yeah
Well, I'm evil
So don't you mess around with me

I've never looked for trouble
But I've never ran
I don't take no orders
From no kind of man

I'm only made out
Of flesh, blood and bone
But if you're gonna start a rumble
Don't you try it all alone

Because I'm evil
My middle name is Misery, yeah
Well, I'm evil
So don't you mess around with me

I'm evil, evil, evil as can be
I'm evil, evil, evil as can be
So don't mess around, don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I'm evil
Evil, evil
So don't mess around, don't mess around with me
I'm evil, I tell you I'm evil
So don't mess around with me
Yeah