My Sweet Hunk O' Trash

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