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

Ooh yeah

Well I play an old guitar
From a 9 til a half past 1
I'm just trying to make a living
Watching everybody else
Having fun
Well I don't miss much
If it happens on the
Dancehall floor
Aw 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
Well hey
Good-L-OO-K-I-N-G
Yeah I smell
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Yeah

I was a little bitty baby
When my papa hit the skids
My momma had a time
Tryin' to raise 9 kids
She told me not to stare
Cause it was impolite
She did the best she could
To try and raise me right

But momma never told me bout
Nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your momma musta been another
Good looking honey too
Hey hey good-L-OO-K-I-N-G
Yeah 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 women gonna hate ya
Remindin' them of everything
They're never gonna be
Maybe the beginnin' of a
World War 3

Cause the world ain't ready
For nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your momma musta been another
Good looking momma too
Hey hey
Good-L-OO-K-I-N-G
Yeah I smell
T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Say hey
Yeah

I say hey
Yeah

I say hey
I say hey
I say hey

Yeah I smell
T-R-O-U-B-LE