My Sweet Hunk O' Trash (Single Version) (Feat. Sy Oliver & His Orchestra)

You don't add up to much Ain't got that glamour touch You're trifling, lazy, ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out there, mama, look out there You can't be too fast, watch it baby You're just my good for nothin' 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 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 runnin' your mouth You said I've worried you for years I'm just a barfly moochin' beers While you sweat over a hot stove, slingin' hash Worked my fingers right down to the elbows Yes, I may be good for nothin' 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 nothin' 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, 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 Cause 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