100 years

the sun is warm as the day is long

i just got the feeling i can do no wrong

i've got a long way to walk

can't afford my next meal

i tell a few lies but my hunger is real

and it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

no

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

mademoiselle tell me do you play

well

if she shakes her head

well then that's okay

i watch her walk away in haste

there's just no accounting for some people's taste

and it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

no

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

big angry man in the doorway there

just keep on walking like i don't care

why you giving such and evil eye

could it be you were ignored by every passerby

and it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

no

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

play in the park for tobacco and food

then i excuse myself but they think i'm rude

tourist don't want me to end his show

but this colorful attraction got places to go

and it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

no

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

sit at the pier watch the sun go down

another lost little boy in a big old town

i want to laugh i want to cry

but no matter how hard i try

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years

no

it won't mean a thing in a hundred years