You can't tell me how to run my life down And you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound You can't tell me what I'm doing wrong When you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song You can't tell me which way to go Cause I'm six and seven and then some more Like a dull knife that just can't cut Just talking a lot and saying nothing And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing Don't tell me how to do my thing When you can't do your own Don't you tell me how to feed my boy When you know I'm grown Don't you tell me her dress You can't tell me how to run my mess You're like a dull knife that just ain't cuttin' You're just talking a lot and saying nothing And sayin' nothing, and sayin' nothing here we go Shape up your bag, don't worry 'bout mine My thing is together and I'm doin' fine Good luck to you, just allow that I'm wrong Just keep on singing that same old funny song Then just keep on singing that same old funny song Just keep on singing that same old funny song Keep on singin', keep on singin'