My Sweet Hunk O’ Trash (Duet With Billie Holiday) (Digitally Remastered)

My Sweet Hunk O' Trash(Duet With Billie Holiday) (Digitally Remastered) - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)

You don't add up to much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy

And worth a cigarette ash

Look out there Mama look out there

You carrying me too fast

Watch it baby

You're just my good for nothing

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 sochertash

What'd 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 say I've worried you for years

I'm just a barfly mooching beers

While you sweat over a hot stove

Slinging hash

Worked my fingers right

Down to the elbows

Yes I may be good for nothing

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 nothing

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 I didn't mean it 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

'Cause you come home too

Tired to raise just one eyelash

Watch it baby watch it

You're just good for nothing

But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed