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

Yeah

Well, I play an old guitar from nine 'til a-half past one

I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watching everybody else havin' fun

Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor

Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Ah, tell me, what in the world you doin' A-L-O-N-E

Yeah, I 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 tryin' 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 nothin' like-a Y-O-U

Bet your mama musta been another good lookin' honey too

Hey-hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G

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

Well, you're a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby

The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya

Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be

May be the beginning of a world war three

'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like-a Y-O-U

I bet your mama musta been another good lookin' mama too, hey

Say hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G

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

I say, hey

I say, hey

I said, hey

I said, hey

I said, hey

Yeah

Oh, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E, yeah

Woo