Vaya Con Dios

You're sitting here yakkin
Right in my face
Guess I'm gonna have to
Put you back in your place
If silence was golden
Boy, you couldn't raise a dime
Cause your mind is on vacation
And your mouth is working overtime
You're quoting figures
You're dropping names
You're telling stories
All about the dames
You/re overlaughing
When things ain't funny
You're trying to sound
Like a whole lot of money
If talk was criminal
You'd be leading a life of crime