Teksty: Steve Azar. Other. You Don't Know A Thing.

When you're young, you think you know it all,
Yeah, you're hot-rod cocky
An' you stand there like a man an' say:
"There ain't nothin' strong enough to stop me"
Until some beautiful girl, bare-legged an' sandalled,
Loosens her grip on everything you had handled

You don't know how to drive till you get behind the wheel;
And you don't know how to play until you fin'lly take the field
Well, you don't know how it'll go,
Where it'll land until you cut the deal
You don't know what really matters until you risk it all
Ain't nothin' that's worth winnin' if losin's not involved
And if you're afraid to give away your heart and face what love brings,
Man, you don't know a thing

You got your life all planned out:
Sure looks good on paper
Until your American dream smacks up against,
The rising cost of Labour
'Cause as you dob every job in your hometown,
An' you learn how to survive when it all goes south

Well, you don't know how to drive till you get behind the wheel;
An' you don't know how to play until you fin'lly take the field
Well, you don't know how it'll go,
Where it'll land until you cut the deal
An' you don't know what really matters until you risk it all
Ain't nothin' that's worth winnin' if losin's not involved
And if you're afraid to give away your heart and face what life brings,
Man, you don't know a thing

When your knees all night,
With a child with a ragin' fever,
An' you realise this might be,
The last time you see her
Life holds on, an' Faith holds on,
An' love holds that little tiny hand

Well, you don't know how to drive till you get behind the wheel
An' you don't know how to pray until you're scared of what you feel
And if you're afraid to give away your heart and face what life brings,
Man, you don't know a thing
You don't know a thing
Hey, you don't know a thing,