文本歌词

Billie Holiday、Louis Armstrong - My Sweet Hunk O' Trash
You don't act up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out here mamma
Look out here
You carry me too fast
Watch you baby
You're just my good for nothing
My sweet hunk o'trash
My my how you sound
You're very short on looks
Dumb when it comes to books
Look out baby
Watch it honey
And you stay full of corn
Just like a succotash
What you want me to do
In my idle moments
You're just a good-for-nothing
But my sweet hunk o'trash
Let me get a word in there honey
You running your mouth
You said I've worried you for years
I'm just a barfly mooching beers
While you sweat
Over a hot stove slinging hash
Work my fingers right down
To the elbows
Yes I may be good-for-nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o'trash
First to admit it baby
You said I spread my love all around
And with the chicks all over town
But how can I when you keep me broke
So I can't spend no cash
Yes I may be good-for-nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o'trash
Listen hear pops
You know you lie about your youth
I don't lie baby
I'm just careless with the truth
That's all
How careless can you be
Oh no
With all your chicks
You try to make a flash
Now baby
It ain't like that no
But you're still my good-for-nothing
My sweet hunk o'trash
Now when you stay out very late
It sure makes me mad to wait
How come baby
Cus you come home too tired
To raise just one eyelash
Yeah it watch baby
You're just good-for-nothing
But you're my sweet hunk o'trash
Yes indeed