Nothing Was Delivered

Nothing was delivered

And I tell this truth to you

Not out of spite, nor anger,

But simply because it's true.

Now, I hope you won't object to giving––

Giving back all of what you owe,

The fewer words you have to waste on this,

The sooner you can go.

Nothing is better, nothing is best,

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest.

Nothing was delivered,

But I can't say I sympathize

With what your fate is going to be,

Yes, for telling all those lies.

Now, you must provide some answers

For what you sold that's not been received

And the sooner you come up with them,

The sooner you can leave.

Nothing is better, nothing is best,

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest.

Now, you know, nothing was delivered

And it's up to you to say

Just what you had in mind

When you made everybody pay.

No, nothing was delivered,

Yes, and someone must explain

That, as long as it takes to do this,

Then that's how––as long as you'll remain.

Nothing is better, nothing is best,

Take care of yourself, get plenty rest.