Lyrics

Trouble 3:18
© 2010 James E. Thomas, Jr.
Misty Owl Music (ASCAP)

Send me some of that trouble you call love.

Sashay down the boulevard,
My shoes got a spit shine…
Got a hat that fits me well…
I got a watch that keeps good time.
Everything is going right…
Not a thing going wrong…
So S E N D me some of that
Trouble you call love.
Send me some of that trouble you call love.

Dressed in pink, high-heel shoes,
Someone who'll hold my hand,
We walk inside Rose's Bar,
The guys say, "Man oh man!"
Call me Sweetie Pie and Sugar Boy,
Think you understand.
Send me some of that trouble you call love.
Send me some of that trouble you call love.

Make her pretty... aah make her fine.
Make her smell so sweet.
Make her mine all mine.
Everything is going right.
Everyday is Saturday night.
Send me some of that trouble you call love.
Send me some of that trouble you call love.

Hand me my walking cane,
Fifty years from now.
Strolling through the park you drop
Your handkerchief on the ground.
I bend down, pick it up.
You say, "Thanks for it all."
I say, "It was no trouble. I had a ball.
Whole thing was no trouble at all."

So let's not wait around
For fifty years from now.
Send me some of that trouble…
Come on, burst my bubble…
Send me some of that trouble you call love.