People just ain't no good 
I think that's well understood 
You can see it everywhere you look 
People just ain't no good 

We were married under cherry trees 
Under blossom we made our vows 
All the [bad word] sailing down 
Through the streets and through the playgrounds 

The sun would stream on the sheets 
Awoken by the morning bird 
We'd buy the Sunday newspapers 
And never read a single word 

People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 

Seasons came, seasons went 
The winter stripped the blossoms bare 
different tree now lines the streets 
Shaking its fists in the air 

The winter slammed us like a fist 
The windows rattling in the gales 
To which she drew the curtains 
Made out of her wedding veils 

People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 

To our love send a dozen white lilies 
To our love send a coffin of wood 
To our love let all 
the pink-eyed pigeons coo 
That people they just ain't no good 
To our love send back all the letters 
To our love a valentine of blood 
To our love let all the 
jilted lovers cry 
That people they just ain't no good 

It ain't in their hearts they're bad 
They [bad word] you, 
some even try 
They nurse you when you're ill of health 
They bury you 
when you go and die 
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad 
They'd stick by you if they could 
But that's just [bad word] 
People just ain't no good 

People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good 
People they ain't no good