T-R-O-U-B-L-E (Trouble) - The Hit Crew
Well I play an old guitar
From nine till 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
Tell me what in the world
You doin' 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 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 Y O U
Bet your mama must've 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 a sweet talkin' sexy walkin'
Honky tonkin' baby
The men are gonna love you and
The woman gonna hate you
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 Y O U
I bet your mama must've 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 said hey I said hey
I said hey I said hey
I said hey I smell T R O U B L E
