Now Do You Call That a Buddy

Now Do You Call That a Buddy - Louis Armstrong And His Hot Seven

I live here boy

Now I don't dig you

Took you for my friend

Thought you were my pal

But now I found out you're tryin' to jive my gal

All shut eyes ain't 'sleep

And all goodbyes ain't gone

I'm help to myself;

You're tryin' to do me wrong

Do you call that a buddy

(No no)

Could that be your buddy

(No no)

I'm gonna shoot my buddy

(Yeah yeah)

He's just a dirty guy

Shoot him in the foot

Shoot him in the foot

Treated you like a friend

What more could I do

I had an idea I could trust in you

You ate up all my rice and my stew beef

And tried to help me cut off the home beneath

Do you call that a buddy

(No no)

Could that be your buddy

(No no)

I'm gonna kill my buddy

(Yeah yeah)

He's just a dirty guy

(Yeah terminate him terminate him)

I wish you were dead and under the ground

'Cause a man like you just shouldn't be around

You's loathe as a temple and slick as grease

I'm gonna turn you over to the chief of police

Do you call that a buddy

(No no)

Could that be your buddy

(No no)

I'm gonna part with my buddy

(Yeah yeah)

Oh you just a dirty guy