T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I play an old piano
from nine
till a half past one
I'm trying to
make a living
watching everybody else having fun
Well I don't miss much
that ever happens
on a dance hall floor
Mercy,look what just
walked through that door
Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
What in the world
you're doing A-L-O-N-E
say hey
good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I was a little bitty baby
when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time
trying to raise nine kids
Told me not to stare
cause it was impolite
And did the best she could
to try to raise me right
Hey but mama never told me
about nothing like Y-O-U
Say your mama must have been
another something or another too
Hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well you talk about a woman
I've seen a lot of others
But too much something
and not enough another
You've got it all together
like a loving machine
Looking like glory
and walking like a dream
Mother Nature's sure been
good to Y-O-U
Well your mama must have been
another good looking other too
Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well you talk about
a trouble-making hunka pokey bait
The men are gonna love
and all the women gonna hate
Reminding them of everything
they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning
of the World War III
Oh the world ain't ready
for nothing like a Y-O-U
Well I bet
your mama must have been
another good looking other too
Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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