T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Standard tuning.

Intro: D C G

          C                                    G

I play an old piano from nine till a half past one.

D                                C                     G

Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun.

        C                                             G

Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor.

D                 C                        G

Mercy - look what just walked through that door.

      C                 G

Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

D                               C       G

What in the world are you doin' A-L-O-N-E?

     C                         G  D           C       D C G

Say, hey good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

        G*

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids.

Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids.

Told me not to stare'cause it was impolite.

And did the best she could to try to raise me right.

         C                                           G

Hey! But mama never told me 'bout nothin' like-a Y-O-U.

          D                           C                    G

Say, your mama must have been another somethin'-or another too.

     C                           G  D           C       D C G

Say, hello good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

          G*

Well, you talk about a woman: I've seen a lotta others.

With too much somethin' and not enough of another.

You've got it all together like a lovin' machine.

You're lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream.

       C                              G

Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U.

D                                       C                   G

Well your mother must have been another good-lookin' mother too.

     C                          G  D           C       D C G

Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

          G* 

Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka' pokey bait.

That men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate.

Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be.

Maybe the beginning of a World War Three.

          C                                        G

Cause the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U.

D                                   C                   G

Well I bet your mother musta been a good-lookin' mother too. Hey, say hey!

     C                          G  D           C       D C G

Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

Hey, hey etc.

* Keep the G chord alive trough the whole verse.