Billie Holiday、Louis Armstrong - My Sweet Hunk O' Trash

You don't act up too much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy

Ain't worth a cigarette ash

Look out here mamma

Look out here

You carry me too fast

Watch you baby

You're just my good for nothing

My sweet hunk o'trash

My my how you sound

You're very short on looks

Dumb when it comes to books

Look out baby

Watch it honey

And you stay full of corn

Just like a succotash

What you want me to do

In my idle moments

You're just a good-for-nothing

But my sweet hunk o'trash

Let me get a word in there honey

You running your mouth

You said I've worried you for years

I'm just a barfly mooching beers

While you sweat

Over a hot stove slinging hash

Work my fingers right down

To the elbows

Yes I may be good-for-nothing

But I'm still your sweet hunk o'trash

First to admit it baby

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-nothing

But I'm still your sweet hunk o'trash

Listen hear 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

Oh no

With all your chicks

You try to make a flash

Now baby

It ain't like that no

But you're still my good-for-nothing

My sweet hunk o'trash

Now when you stay out very late

It sure makes me mad to wait

How come baby

Cus you come home too tired

To raise just one eyelash

Yeah it watch baby

You're just good-for-nothing

But you're my sweet hunk o'trash

Yes indeed