You can’t judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you can’t judge a man by looking at the cover
And you can’t judge a book by looking at the cover

When i was young and went to school
My mama taught me the magic rule
And what she said i tried my best to follow
She said

You can’t judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you can’t judge a man by looking at the cover
And you can’t judge a book by looking at the cover

Then i left school and moved around
And what i saw and what i found
Made me remember what she said to follow
She said

You can’t judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you can’t judge a man by looking at the cover
And you can’t judge a book by looking at the cover

And now i think, by now i’d know, that what appears is not always so
And i remember what she said to follow
She said

You can’t judge a book by looking at the cover
No, you can’t judge a man by looking at the cover
And you can’t judge a book by looking at the cover