You don't act up too much   Ain't got that glamor touch   You're trifling lazy   Ain't worth a cigarette ash      Look out here Mamma   Look out here   You carry me too fast   Watch it, baby      You're just my good for nothin'   My sweet hunk o' trash   My, my how you sound      You're very short on looks   Yeah, yeah, yeah   Dumb, when it comes to books   Look out, baby, watch it, honey   And you stay full of corn just like 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 here 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