You got nothin' to be proud of
I can tell you that
You got nothin' to be proud of
I can tell you that
You can keep tryin' and tryin,
but You know it's a simple fact

I tried to call you the other night
Noone picked up the phone
Tried to call you the other night
Noone picked up the phone
Well, I'd run by the house, babe...
But Lord knows what'd answer that Door

You got nothin' to be proud of
I coulda told you that
Got Nothin' to be Proud of
I coulda told you that
You can keep tryin' and tryin,
but you know it's a simple fact

You're sayin' you're in love with me
I can see through that..
Sayin' that you're in love with me
But I can See through that.
You keep on yellin' and screamin
But one day, it'll all come back...

You Got Nothin' to be proud of
I coulda told you that
Got nothin' to be proud of
Coulda Told you that
You can keep tryin' and tryin'
but Ya know it's just a simple fact