Billie Holiday - My Sweet Hunk O'trash Lyrics
James p. johnson / flournoy e. millerYou dont act up too muchAint got that glamour touchYoure trifling lazyAint worth a cigarette ashLook out here mammaLook out hereYou carry me too fastYoure just my good for nothinMy sweet hunk o trashMy, my how you soundYoure very short on looksDumb, when it comes to booksLook out, babyWatch it, honeyAnd you stay full of cornJust like a succotashWhat you want me to do in my idle momentsYoure just a good-for-nothinBut my sweet hunk o trashLet me get a word in there honey, you running your mouthYou said Ive worried you for yearsIm just a barfly moochin beersWhile you sweat over a hot stove slinging hashWork my fingers right down to the elbowsYes I may be good-for-nothinBut Im still your sweet hunk o trashFirst to admit it babyYou said I spread my love all aroundAnd with the chicks all over townBut, how can I when you keep me brokeSo I cant spend no cashYes I may be good-for-nothinBut Im still your sweet hunk o trashListen hear pops,You know you lie about your youthI dont lie babyIm just careless with the truth, thats allHow careless can you beOh, noWith all your chicksYou try to make a flashNow babyIt aint like that, noBut youre still my good-for-nothinMy sweet hunk o trashNow when you stay out very lateIt sure makes me mad to wait how come, baby?Cus, you come home too tiredTo raise just one eyelashWatch it babyWatch itYoure just good-for-nothinBut youre my sweet hunk o trashYes indeed!
