Na Na Nan Na
Na Na Nan Na
I swear to tell the truth,
And nothing but the truth.
Loving him ain't easy.
He's bad bad news, yea...
Mama say use your head,
You don't need him!
Look at all the shit he pulled you through.
Papa curse, baby girl, if you don't leave him
There's nothing I can do for you.
There's nothing I can do...
He's a mean man, but it's my man.
My man alone!
He's a mean mean one
A son of a gun and
He keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man!
(Mean man!)
My man!
(My man!)
My man alone!
(My man alone.)
Na Na Nan Na
(He's my man.)
Na Na Nan Na
(My mean man.)
Na Na Nan Na
He likes to mess around.
He's always in the mess.
Likes to have a drink or two
Before he does the rest. Yeah...
Knock, knock six o'clock in the morning.
Baby, I've been missing you.
He comes and goes without a warning.
Doing what he do, hmmm.
Doing what he do...
He's a mean man, but it's my man.
My man alone!
He's a mean mean one
A son of a gun and
He keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man!
(Mean man!)
My man!
(My man!)
My man alone!
(My man alone, yea.)
Na Na Nan Na
(He's my man)
Na Na Nan Na
(My mean man...)
He lies and he cheats!
He loves and he leaves!
That's just the way it goes.
But I do what I can!
I stand by my man!
I think he loves me,
I think he knows.
(Na Na Nan Na)
Yea, I think he knows!
(Na Na Nan Na)
He's a mean man, but it's my man
(My Man.)
My man alone
(and he knows that).
He's a mean mean one
A son of a gun and
He keeps me by the telephone.
He's a mean man
(Mean man.)
My man
(My man.)
My man alone
He's a mean man, My man!
My man! My man alone, yea!
Na Na Nan Na
Na Na Nan Na
Writer(s): Tommy Tysper, Markus Sepehrmanesh, Pauline Olofsson, Gustav Jonsson
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