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

 We were married under cherry trees
 Under blossom we made pour 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 at all

 To our love send a dozen white lilies
 To our love send a coffin of wood
 To our love let aal 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 that 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 at all