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Sweet Hunk O’Trash - Dr. John

You don't act up too much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy

Ain't worth a cigarette ash

You're just my good for nothin'

My sweet hunk o' trash

You're very short on looks

Dumb, when it comes to books

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-nothin'

But my sweet hunk o' trash

You said I've worried you for years

I'm just a barfly moochin' beers

While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash

Work my fingers right down to the elbows

Yes I may be good-for-nothin'

But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash

I spread my love all around

And with the chicks all over town

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 hear pops,

You know you lie about your youth

I'm just careless with the truth,

How careless can you be

With all your chicks

You try to make a flash

T you're still my good-for-nothin'

My sweet hunk o' trash

Now when you stay out very late

It makes me mad to wait where come, baby?

Cus, you come home too tired

To raise just one eyelash

You're just good-for-nothin'

But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed!