My Sweet-Louis Armstrong

My Sweet - Louis Armstrong You don't add up to much, Ain't got that glamour touch, You're trifling lazy and worth a cigarette ash! Look out there, mama, look out there! You carryin' me too fast, watch it baby! You're just my good for nothin', My sweet hunk o' trash! My my, how you sound! You're very short on looks, (Hear hear hear!) Dumb when it comes to books, Look out baby, watch it honey! And you stay full of corn just like sochertash! Whatd'you want me to do in my idle moments? Youre just a good for nothin', But my sweet hunk o' trash! Let me get a word in there honey, You runnin' your mouth! You say I've worried you for years, I'm just a barfly moochin' beers, While you sweat over a hot stove, slingin' hash. Worked my fingers right down to the elbows! Yes, I may be good for nothin', But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash! Forced to admit it, baby, forced to admit it! You said I spread my love all around, And with the chicks all over town, But how can I when you keep me broke, So I can't spend no cash? Yes, I may be good for nothin', But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash! Listen here pops, You know you lie about your youth, I don't lie, baby, I'm just careless with the truth, that's all! How careless can you be? I don't know. With all young chicks you try to make a flash, Now baby, I didn't mean it like that, no! But you're still my good for nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash! Now when you stay out very late, It sure makes me mad to wait, How come baby? 'Cause you come home too tired to raise one eyelash! Watch it baby, watch it! You're just good for nothin', But you're my sweet hunk o' trash! Yes indeed!