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