It goes to show you never can tell
what they never tell you.
Nobody told me, after all,
there’d be days like these.

Nobody told me that
that flat top moves up slowly.
Who’d have expected that, with all that cracking spine?

Certainly nobody told me that rock and roll has a back beat
that can’t be bluesed any old way it was used.
I could never tell that on my own;
I had to be informed!

And I didn’t know,
until somebody told me,
that Marie from Tennessee was older that three
but less than seven.
They never tell you this stuff
without certain dispensation
and I don’t got that.

I just wish that I could get some information, please.