T-r-o-u-b-l-e

(words & music by jerry chesnut)
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
Tryin to make a livin watchin everybody have fun
Well, I dont 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 youre 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 Ive seen a lot of others
But too much something and not enough another
Youve got it all together like a lovin machine
Lookin like glory and walkin like a dream

Mother natures 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 aint 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