01. No Ones Got Them Like I Do - feat. Lynne Jordan (7:04)

She was a hot blooded woman, sending chills up and down his spine
Now she's got him, crying in his wine
It don't impress me, it don't impress me not at all
You can tell me about your troubles till you turn blue
No one's got them like I do

You got something you don't want, and it's one of a kind
The doctor said son, you're running out of time
Well it don't impress me, not at all
Cause you can tell me about your troubles, till you turn blue in the face
No one's got them like I do

Jump off the bridge, into the San Francisco bay
Let the waters, carry you away,
It won't impress me, it won't impress me at all.
Cause you can tell me about your troubles till you turn blue,
No one's got em like I do.

I'm so sick and tired of hearing everyone complain
About their little troubles raining on their baseball game
It don't impress me, it don't impress me at all
Cause you can tell me about your troubles till you turn blue
The blues … no one's got em like I do.