Louis Jordan — You Run Your Mouth and Ill Run My Business

You cats keep beatin' up your chops I oughta turn you over to the cops But dig this spiel I’m gonna lay on you gate Don’t cop your broom, park the body and wait You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You tell everybody I'm busted You talk so much you got me disgusted But you run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You started telling me you're my pal And end up telling me how to handle my gal You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother You run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business, brother Just run your juicy mouth and I'll run my business, brother You're always telling me what to do Saying "I wouldn't do that if I was you" You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother Just clamp your liver lips and I'll run my business, brother Clamp your liver lips and I'll run my business, brother If I'd followed your advice on how to make dough I'd been in the jailhouse long ago You run your mouth and I'll run my business, brother [Instrumental Break] Do you dig me, Jack?