Fugs Nothing Lyrics

Monday nothing, Tuesday nothing, Wednesday and Thursday
nothing, Friday for a change, a little more nothing,
Saturday once more nothing.
Sunday nothing, Monday nothing, Tuesday and Wednesday,
nothing, Thursday for a change, a little more nothing,
Friday once more nothing.
Montik gornisht, dinstik gornisht, mitvokh un
donershtik gornisht, fraytik for a novehneh, gornisht
gigeleh, Shabbos vider gornisht.
Lunes nada, martes nada, miercoles y jueves nada,
viernes por cambio un poco mas nada, sabado otra vez
nada.
Na na nana, na na nana ...
Oh, Village Voice nothing, New Yorker nothing, sing out
in folk ways nothing. Harry Smith and Allen Ginsberg,
nothing nothing nothing.
Poetry nothing, music nothing, thinking and dancing
nothing. The world’s great books, a great set of nothing. Haughty and foddy, nothing.
f*cking nothing, sucking nothing, flesh and sex
nothing. Church and Times Square, all a lot of nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
Stevenson nothing, Humphrey nothing, Averell Harriman
nothing. John Stuart Mill nill-nill, Franklin Delano
Nothing.
Carlos Marx nothing, Engels nothing, Bakunin Kropotkin
— nyuthing! Leon Trotsky, lots of nothing. Stalin less
than nothing!
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, a whole lot of, a
whole lot of nothing. Nothing, lots and lots of
nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
Nothing.

With a smirk and a shtick, Tuli Kupferberg told
everyone that everything was nothing —gornisht —
creating, in the process, a whole new world.