My Sweet Hunk O'trash

You dont act up too much Aint got that glamour touch Youre trifling lazy Aint worth a cigarette ash Look out here mamma Look out here You carry me too fast Youre just my good for nothin My sweet hunk o trash My, my how you sound Youre 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 Youre 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 Ive worried you for years Im 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 Im 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 cant spend no cash Yes I may be good-for-nothin But Im still your sweet hunk o trash Listen hear pops, You know you lie about your youth I dont lie baby Im just careless with the truth, thats all How careless can you be Oh, no With all your chicks You try to make a flash Now baby It aint like that, no But youre 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 Youre just good-for-nothin But youre my sweet hunk o trash Yes indeed!