My Sweet Hunk O' Trash - Single Version

You don't act up too much 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 You're just a good for nothin' But my sweet hunk o' trash And you stay full of corn Just like a succotash What you want me to do In my idle moments 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? 'Cause, 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