T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Intro: D C
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G
I play an old piano from nine till a half past
one.
D
C
G
Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin'
fun.
C
G
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall
floor.
D
C
G
Mercy - look what just walked through that
door.
C
G
Well, hello
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
D
C G
What in the world are you doin'
A-L-O-N-E?
C
G D
C D C G
Say, hey good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G,
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
G*
I
was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids.
Mama had a time tryin' to
raise nine kids.
Told me not to stare'cause it was impolite.
And did the
best she could to try to raise me
right.
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G
Hey! But mama never told me 'bout nothin' like-a
Y-O-U.
D
C
G
Say, your mama must have been another somethin'-or another
too.
C
G D
C D C G
Say, hello good
L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
G*
Well, you talk about a woman: I've seen a lotta others.
With too much
somethin' and not enough of another.
You've got it all together like a lovin'
machine.
You're lookin' like glory and walkin' like a
dream.
C
G
Mother Nature's sure been good to
Y-O-U.
D
C
G
Well your mother must have been another good-lookin' mother
too.
C
G D
C D C G
Say, hey, good
L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell
T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
G*
Well,
you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka' pokey bait.
That men are gonna love
and all the women gonna hate.
Remindin' them of everything they're never
gonna be.
Maybe the beginning of a World War
Three.
C
G
Cause the world ain't ready for nothin' like a
Y-O-U.
D
C
G
Well I bet your mother musta been a good-lookin' mother too. Hey, say
hey!
C
G D
C D C G
Say, hey, good
L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
Hey, hey