20 acessos
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.