Tuesday, June 21, 2011


Here's a song about compassion and emotional sensitivity. Don't like the minimalist orchestration with bass and MIDI drums? Whatever.

Yankees, Mets, Knicks, Nets, Rangers, Isles, G'ints, Jets
I don't give a Goddamn
I kick it for my own team, if you know what I mean-
That's the kind of player I am
People cry if you die, but I got a dry eye
Mix me up a black and tan
They tell me "Pay regard," but I find it awful hard, 'cuz
I don't give a Goddamn

If you're innocent, tell it to the judge then
I suspect you're guilty as sin
Puh-lease don't tell me - therapy ain't free
You'll hold out if you hold it in
I'd rather get robbed than listen to your problems
Comin' out your flappy clam (Flap flap flap flap flap flap flap)
I know you wanna share, and the devil may care, but
I don't give a Goddamn

I don't give a damn if your pants and the sky are fallin' (I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn)
I don't give a damn; I consider it to be my callin' (dont give a damn, still don't give a damn)
You still don't quite command
what I'm sayin', sir or ma'am-
Is your radar getting jammed?
Let me help you understand: (jam it up your ass)
Stop sendin' me your spam, 'cuz
I don't give a Goddamn