You're Just a No Account Songtext
von Billie Holiday and Her Orchestra

You′re just a no account
You never will amount to nothin' at all
When there is work to do and someone yells for you
You don′t heed the call
The good Lord set aside His Sunday for folks to rest
More than one day's rest is wrong
You start restin' Sunday and rest so hard
You′re tired the whole week long


You′re just a no account
You never will amount to nothin' at all
I just can′t figure how
Each time you milk the cow, the ticket's so small
We got machines to do your work for you
But you won′t press the button on the wall
You're just a no account
You never will amount to nothin′ at all

You're just a no account
You never will amount to nothin' at all
I just can′t figure how
Each time you milk the cow, the ticket′s so small
We got machines to do your work for you
But you won't press the button on the wall
You′re just a no account
You never will amount to nothin' at all
No account
You never will amount to nothin′ at all