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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