| Elvis Presley
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| Miscellaneous
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| I play an old piano from nine till a half past one
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| Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun
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| Well, I don’t miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
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| Mercy, look what just walked through that door
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| Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E
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| What in the world you’re doin' A-L-O-N-E?
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| Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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| I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
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| Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
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| Told me not to stare 'cause it was impolite
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| And did the best she could to try to raise me right
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| But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
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| Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
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| Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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| Well, you talk about a woman I’ve seen a lot of others
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| But too much something' and not enough another
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| You’ve got it all together like a lovin' machine
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| Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream
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| Mother Nature’s sure been good to Y-O-U
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| Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too
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| Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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| Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait,
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| The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
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| Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
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| Maybe the beginning of the World War III
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| Oh, the world ain’t ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U
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| Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too
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| Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G
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| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E |