Lyrics

Let me tell you about a guy I know
Sometimes we say he’s full of shit
He doesn’t really have a lot of friends
Maybe that’s because of it

Mama told me
If you don’t have something good to say
Even the dumb ones have got their right
When he’s talking
I’m gonna Empty Out my Head
May get a little hot but I’ll be alright

Things were going well down at the factory
I’ve always been a company man
Then I saw him standing with the bosses
I guess I’ll have to shake his hand

Mama told me
If you don’t have something good to say
‘Cause every fool has got their right
When he’s talking
I’m gonna Empty Out my Head
May get a little hot but I’ll be alright

I might not be so smart myself
But I know enough to know to play dumb

Last night he called us over for a party
He said his girl’s wild days were done
We asked him who is the lucky guy?
And then he pointed at my son

Mama told me
If you don’t have something good to say
Even the dumb ones have got their right
When he’s talking
I’m gonna Empty Out my Head
May get a little hot but I’ll be alright


Words and music by Kyle Ince and Brian Sharkey
© 2023 Psychic Artist Music/Tara-Anne Music (ASCAP)

Brian: Vocal; Kyle: Guitars, Vocal and Harmonica; Mark: Bass; Bob: Drums and Percussion; Rami: Hammond Organ; Ben: Lap Steel Guitar; Doug: Guitar and Vocal