Baby, baby

What is the matter with you?

(Ain't nothing wrong with me, babes; nothing at all)

Baby, baby

What is the matter with you?

(One never knows, do one?)

You got the world in a jar (Yeah, but where's the stopper?)

And you've got nothin' to do

(Do you hear that mess? She's always layin' it on me!)

You know I always told ya

You'd be the death of me

And when I'm always with you

I get the third degree

That ain't right

(Aw, tell these folks anything, but tell me the truth!)

Oh, that ain't right at all

(What's wrong wid her? What's wrong wid her?)

Yes, you're takin' all my money

And going out havin' a ball

(Baby, I was born ballin' and I'm gonna ball the rest o' my life!)

I took you to a night club

I bought you that pink champagne

You rode home in a taxi

While I caught that subway train

That ain't right!

Oh, that ain't right at all!

That you're takin' all my money

And goin' out havin' yourself a ball

(Oh, beef to me, momma, beef to me! I don't like pork no how...)

I went to a fortune teller (Yeah?)

And had my fortune told (What'd she say?)

She said you didn't love me

All you wanted was my gold (She was right! How did she know?)

That ain't right!

Oh, t'ain't right at all! (Everyone wants some gold, baby!)

Yeah, you're takin' all my money

And goin' out havin' yourself a ball

(Suffer! Suffer, excess baggage, suffer!)