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

(Album: T-R-O-U-B-L-E - 1992)

Well I play this old guitar from nine till half past one
I'm just trying to make a living watching everybody else having fun
Well I don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world you doing A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well 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 trying to raise nine kids
She told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raise me right

'Cause mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Bet your mama musta been another good looking honey too
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talking, sexy walking, honky-tonking baby
The men are gonna love ya and the women gonna hate ya
Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be
May be the beginning of world war three

'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama musta been another good looking mama too, yeah
Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I said hey....
I said hey....
I said hey....
I said hey,
I said hey

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