Song | T-R-O-U-B-L-E |
Artist | Elvis Presley |
Album | Today |
Lyrics:Jerry Chesnut Music: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 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 |
Lyrics: Jerry Chesnut Music: 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 don' t miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor | |
Mercy, look what just walked through that door | |
Well, hello TR0UBLE | |
What in the world you' re doin' ALONE? | |
Say, good Ldouble OKING | |
I smell TROUBLE | |
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 YOU | |
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
Say, hello good Ldouble OKING | |
I smell TROUBLE | |
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 YOU | |
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too | |
Say, hey, good Ldouble OKING | |
I smell TROUBLE | |
Well, you talk about a troublemakin' 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 YOU | |
Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
Say hey good Ldouble OKING | |
I smell TROUBLE |