HER LYRICS

MY SWEET HUNK O'TRASH
James P. Johnson / Flournoy E. Miller


You don't act up too much

Ain't got that glamour touch

You're trifling lazy

Ain't worth a cigarette ash

Look out here mamma

Look out here

You carry me too fast

You're just my good for nothin'

My sweet hunk o' trash

My, my how you sound

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 a succotash

What you want me to do in my idle moments



You're 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 I've worried you for years

I'm 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 I'm 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 can't spend no cash

Yes I may be good-for-nothin'

But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash

Listen hear Pops,

You know you lie about your youth

I don't lie baby

I'm just careless with the truth, that's all

How careless can you be

Oh, no

With all your chicks

You try to make a flash

Now baby

It ain't like that, no

But you're 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

You're just good-for-nothin'

But you're my sweet hunk o' trash

Yes indeed!