Now You Call That a Buddy Louis Armstrong

I live here, boy
Now, I don't dig you

Took you for my friend, thought you were my pal
But now I found out you're tryin' to jive my gal
All shut eyes ain't 'sleep and all goodbyes ain't gone
I'm help to myself; you're tryin' to do me wrong

Do you call that a buddy?
(No, no)
Could that be your buddy?
(No, no)
I'm gonna shoot my buddy
(Yeah, yeah)
He's just a dirty guy
(Shoot him in the foot, shoot him in the foot)

Treated you like a friend, what more could I do?
I had an idea I could trust in you
You ate up all my rice and my stew beef
And tried to help me cut off the home beneath

Do you call that a buddy?
(No, no)
Could that be your buddy?
(No, no)
I'm gonna kill my buddy
(Yeah, yeah)
He's just a dirty guy
(Yeah, terminate him, terminate him)