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

I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
I try 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 'bout 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
Hey, 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 three
Oh, the world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-U
Well, I bet your mama must have been a good looking other too
Hey hey, say hey, say hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
Hey, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E