My son, listen to my advice
Don't open your mouth to sing
If you sing or if you play
Beautiful women will be your ruin
I've been sentenced three times
My throat is what killed me
My guitar is what plotted my course
My destiny is in people's mouths
If you inherit it, you should deny it
If it isn't yours, don't create it
If you create it, it will spread
Beautiful women will be your ruin