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-O-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 why-O-you

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 why-O-you

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 why-O-you

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