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

(words & music by jerry chesnut)I play an old piano from nine till a half past oneTryin’ to make a livin’ watchin’ everybody have funWell, I don’t miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floorMercy, look what just walked through that doorWell, hello t-r-0-u-b-l-eWhat in the world you’re doin’ a-l-o-n-e? Say, good l-double o-k-i-n-gI smell t-r-o-u-b-l-eI was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skidsMama had a time tryin’ to raise nine kidsTold me not to stare ’cause it was impoliteAnd did the best she could to try to raise me rightBut mama never told me ’bout nothing like y-o-uSay, your mama must have been another something or the other tooSay, hello good l-double o-k-i-n-gI smell t-r-o-u-b-l-eWell, you talk about a woman I’ve seen a lot of othersBut too much something’ and not enough anotherYou’ve got it all together like a lovin’ machineLookin’ like glory and walkin’ like a dreamMother nature’s sure been good to y-o-uWell, your mama must have been another good lookin’ tooSay, hey, good l-double o-k-i-n-gI smell t-r-o-u-b-l-eWell, you talk about a trouble-makin’ hunka pokey bait,The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hateReminding them of everything they never gonna beMaybe the beginning of the world war iiiOh, the world ain’t ready for nothin’ like a y-o-uWell, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other tooSay hey good l-double o-k-i-n-gI smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e