1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 4 ♪ You grabbed me by the shirt while I was paying for my beer Screamed, there you are, Balthazar, I knew I'd find you here He hit me in the teeth and then he spit into my face Sucked the keys to my Mercedes as he quickly left the place Well, if I were in his shoes, maybe I would have done the same But I don't know who he was and Balthazar is not my name And it's really none of my business It's really none of my business It's really none of my business I should be minding my own ♪ Once the show was over, I met a fan at my hotel He asked if I met Father John and if I knew him well He said, is it true he doesn't eat but lives off staring at the sun? That he keeps a monkey for a bed and taught him how to tune his drums I also heard the only drugs he'll take are what he'll synthesize himself Sir, I wanna be a writer and I think that this will help And I said, it's none of my business It's really none of my business It's really none of my business I should be minding my own It's really none of my business It's really none of my business It's really none of my business I should be minding my own ♪ And on that painful day when I get buried in the ground I bet that I could tell you which friends make it in and down They'll tell you all my dirty secrets and my brother's gonna sing Just make sure my suit is pressed and that they let me keep my ring I'm not getting into heaven and I don't believe in hell I just wanna know if my friends and family are remembering me well But it won't be none of my business It's really none of my business It's really none of my business I should be minding my own It's really none of my business I should be minding my own I should be minding my own I should be minding my own I should be minding my own