Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have 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-0-U-B-L-E
What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
Say, 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 tryin' 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
But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say, hello 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 lovin' machine
Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream
Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' 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-makin' 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 nothin' like a Y-O-U
Well, I bet your mama must have been
Another something or the other too
Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have 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-0-U-B-L-E What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E? Say, 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 tryin' 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 But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too Say, hello 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 lovin' machine Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' 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-makin' 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 nothin' like a Y-O-U Well, I bet your mama must have been Another something or the other too Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E Explain Request ×
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