
My Sweet Hunk O’ Trash Louis Armstrong & Billie Holiday
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[Verse 1: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
You don't add up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out there, mamma, look out there
You carry me too fast, watch it, baby
You're just my good for nothing
My sweet hunk o' trash
My, my, how you sound
[Verse 2: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
You're very short on looks
Dumb, when it comes to books
Look out, baby, watch it, honey
And you stay full of corn
Just like succotash
Well, what you want me to do in my idle moments?
You're just a good for nothing
But my sweet hunk o' trash
Let me get a word in there, honey, you running your mouth
[Verse 3: Louis Armstrong & Billie Holiday]
You said I've worried you for years
I'm just a barfly mooching beers
While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash
Worked my fingers right down to the elbows
Yes, I may be good for nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash
First to admit it, baby
You don't add up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out there, mamma, look out there
You carry me too fast, watch it, baby
You're just my good for nothing
My sweet hunk o' trash
My, my, how you sound
[Verse 2: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
You're very short on looks
Dumb, when it comes to books
Look out, baby, watch it, honey
And you stay full of corn
Just like succotash
Well, what you want me to do in my idle moments?
You're just a good for nothing
But my sweet hunk o' trash
Let me get a word in there, honey, you running your mouth
[Verse 3: Louis Armstrong & Billie Holiday]
You said I've worried you for years
I'm just a barfly mooching beers
While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash
Worked my fingers right down to the elbows
Yes, I may be good for nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash
First to admit it, baby
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