Here Comes Trouble Again

Sneakin' thru the front door
Sits down next to me
She ordered up a double
A Tanqueray martini

She slammed it back in one shot
Said martinis make her sneeze
She slid up nice 'n cozy
And she whispered, daddy please

Now that I got a wife and family
They gonna wonder where I been (yeah, where you been)
With a cocktail and a short skirt
Here comes trouble again (c'mon)

Dice game in the back room
Rent check in my hand (aham)
Looking for a seven
The dice got better plans

I like to play the ponies
I'm at the track all week (yeah...)
It's hard to handicap 'em
When you're on a losing streak

Now friends, my wife told me Friday
She'd like to see my gamblin' end (oh mercy)
Getting' hard to be a good man
Here comes trouble again (always trouble again)

Oh, here comes trouble again (yeah)
Oh, just like he was my friend
Here comes trouble again (trouble again)
(Trouble again)

The government called me Monday
Said something about some scratch
I tried to call them Tuesday
I said, "I ain't got the cash"

They called the house on Wednesday, right?
Said, "If he don't have it soon" (oh yeah...)
"They're gonna make a reservation"
"For a six-by-eight foot room"

Now ladies and gentlemen, I got a wife and family (look out)
Please don't take me to the pen (don't take me)
Pullin' 2 to 5 in Clinton
Here comes trouble again (here comes, here comes, here comes)

Oh, here comes trouble again
Oo oh, smiling like he was my friend
Here comes trouble again



Credits
Writer(s): Robben Ford, Robert M. Kraft, Bruce Willis
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