Lyrics Embraceable You/I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good - Louis Prima, Keely Smith, Sam Butera and The Witnesses

Embraceable You/I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
Baby, just one look at you my heart goes tipsy in me
You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me
Oh oh oh oh, I love all, oh oh oh oh
Those many, oh oh oh oh
Charms about you, oh oh oh oh
(Above all, I want my arms about you)
Ooh!
Don’t be a naughty baby
Oh, why don’t you come and get your baby, do
(Call for an appointment)
My sweet embraceable you
Never treats me sweet and gentle, the way he should
I got it bad and that ain’t good
(I got it good and it ain’t bad)
My poor heart is sentimental, not made of wood
(What you think mine’s made out of, lasagna?)
I got it bad and that ain’t good
And when the weekend’s over, baby
And Monday rolls around
My man and I we gin some
Embrace some, and send some
Lord up above me, please make him love me
Ooh, the way he should (I ain’t gonna change!)
I got it bad and that ain’t good