Baby, you know you ain't no Fridgidaire You can't keep nothin', tell everything you hear But everything I know, I keep it to myself 'cause 'n I ever tell you, you tell someone else What I say (I'm gonna – gotta keep it to myself, heh.) Woman, you know you ain't nothin' but a . . . tattle-tale You told on my brother, and he landed to jail You said that, you know, you didn't mean no harm But they gave him forty days on the County Farm What I say (I'm gonna keep it to myself – yeah.) You just a blabber-mouth baby And spreadin' gossip is your game When you get to rappin' baby You make a stool pigeon feel ashamed Baby you must be from'a outer space 'Cause the way you run your mouth is a natch'l disgrace I don't know how much trouble you cause' But I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't start the last war What I say, yeah I've got-ta, I gotta keep it to myself Lord, I ain't gonna tell nobody else, no I gotta . . . I gotta . . . I gotta keep it to myself Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Hey hey Hey hey haay yeeeeeeeeeh yeh Keep it all now; I gotta keep it all now I gotta keep it a-a-a-all now