My Sweet Hunk O' Trash Lyrics - Billie Holiday

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 

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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! 

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