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

D C G C 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. C 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 etc. Keep the G chord alive trough the whole verse.