My Sweet Hunk O’Trash

Billie Holiday2012年10月2日

My Sweet Hunk O'Trash - Billie Holiday (比莉.荷莉戴)

Written by:E Y Harburg/Burton Lane

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


You're just my good for nothin'


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-nothin'


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 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

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-nothin'


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-nothin'


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

Watch it baby

Watch it


You're just good-for-nothin'


But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed