| Song | T-R-O-U-B-L-E |
| Artist | Elvis Presley |
| Album | Today |
| Lyrics:Jerry Chesnut Music:Jerry Chesnut | |
| I play an old piano from nine till a half past one | |
| Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun | |
| Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor | |
| Mercy, look what just walked through that door | |
| Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E | |
| What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E? | |
| Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G | |
| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E | |
| 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 | |
| But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U | |
| Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
| Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G | |
| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E | |
| Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others | |
| But too much something' and not enough another | |
| You've got it all together like a lovin' machine | |
| Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream | |
| Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U | |
| Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too | |
| Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G | |
| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E | |
| Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait, | |
| The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate | |
| Reminding them of everything they never gonna be | |
| Maybe the beginning of the World War III | |
| Oh, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U | |
| Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
| Say hey good L-double O-K-I-N-G | |
| I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E |
| Lyrics: Jerry Chesnut Music: Jerry Chesnut | |
| I play an old piano from nine till a half past one | |
| Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody have fun | |
| Well, I don' t miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor | |
| Mercy, look what just walked through that door | |
| Well, hello TR0UBLE | |
| What in the world you' re doin' ALONE? | |
| Say, good Ldouble OKING | |
| I smell TROUBLE | |
| 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 | |
| But mama never told me ' bout nothing like YOU | |
| Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
| Say, hello good Ldouble OKING | |
| I smell TROUBLE | |
| Well, you talk about a woman I' ve seen a lot of others | |
| But too much something' and not enough another | |
| You' ve got it all together like a lovin' machine | |
| Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream | |
| Mother Nature' s sure been good to YOU | |
| Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too | |
| Say, hey, good Ldouble OKING | |
| I smell TROUBLE | |
| Well, you talk about a troublemakin' hunka pokey bait, | |
| The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate | |
| Reminding them of everything they never gonna be | |
| Maybe the beginning of the World War III | |
| Oh, the world ain' t ready for nothin' like a YOU | |
| Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too | |
| Say hey good Ldouble OKING | |
| I smell TROUBLE |