Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Sweet Hunk O' Trash, artist - Louis Armstrong. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
My Sweet Hunk O' Trash |
| 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! |