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

The men are gonna love you and the women gonna hate you
Whoa
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
Oh no I smell T R O U B L E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Hey, you say hey good L double O K I N G
Well I play an old guitar from nine till a half past one

Well I smell T R O U B L E
Yeah say hey good L double O K I N G
Bet your mama must've been another good lookin' honey too
May be the beginnin' of a World War III
Tell me what in the world you doin' A L O N E
I bet your mama must've been another good lookin' mama too
Well I smell T R O U B L E
Well you're a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby
'Cause mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y O U

Yeah ah
Mmm oh

I say hey, I say hey, I say hey, I say hey, I say hey
She told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
She did the best she could to try to raise me right
Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be
'Cause the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y O U
I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun
Mercy look what just walked through that door
Well I smell T R O U B L E

Well hello T R O U B L E
Well I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor
Hey, hey good L double O K I N G