Baby, baby, what is the matter with
you?
Baby, baby, what is the matter with
you?
You got the world in a jug and you
got nothin' to do.
You know I always told ya, you’ll be
the death of me
And when I'm always with you I get
the third degree
That ain't right, that ain’t right at
all
And you're takin' all my money and
goin' out havin' yourself a ball.
I took you to a night club I bought
you big champagne
You rolled home in a taxi while I
caught the subway train
That ain't right, that ain't right at
all
And you're takin’ all my money and
goin’ out havin' yourself a ball.
I went to a fortune teller and had my
fortune told
She said, you didn’t love me, all you
wanted was my gold
That ain't right, that ain't right at
all
And you're takin’ all my money and
goin' out havin' yourself a ball.
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