My Sweet Hunk O' Trash(Single Version) - Louis Armstrong/Billie Holiday/Sy Oliver & His Orchestra

作词：Flourney E. Miller/James P. Johnson

作曲：Flourney E. Miller/James P. Johnson

You don't add up to much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy ain't worth a cigarette ash

Look out there mama look out there

You can't be 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 succotash

What you want me to do in my idle moments

You're just a good for nothin'

But my sweet hunk o' trash

Let me get a word in there honey

You runnin' your mouth

You said 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 it ain't 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 just one eyelash

Watch it baby watch it

You're just good for nothin'

But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed