Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Elvis Presley
Interprète
The Holladays
Chant
James Burton
Guitare
John Wilkinson
Guitare
Charlie Hodge
Guitare
Duke Bardwell
Basse
Ronnie Tutt
Batterie
Glen D. Hardin
Piano
David Briggs
Clavicorde
Voice
Chant
Chip Young
Guitare
Johnny Christopher
Guitare
Mike Leech
Basse
Norbert Putnam
Basse
Buddy Spicher
Violon folklorique
Weldon Myrick
Steel guitar
Richard F. Morris
Percussion
Charles Rose
Saxophone
Harvey Thompson
Trombone
Harrison Calloway Jr.
Trompette
Ronald Eades
Saxophone baryton
Sidney Sharp
Cordes
William Kurasch
Cordes
James Getzoff
Cordes
Israel Baker
Cordes
Murray Adler
Cordes
Tibor Zelig
Cordes
Yukiko Kamei
Cordes
Myer Bello
Cordes
Harry Hyams
Cordes
Samuel Boghossian
Cordes
Jesse Ehrlich
Cordes
Raymond Kelley
Cordes
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jerry Chesnut
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Felton Jarvis
Production
Rick Ruggieri
Ingénierie
Paroles
We have a new record out ladies and gentlements
It came out about ten days ago
It call T-R-O-U-B-L-E and it kinda mouthful
It got a lot of words in it and I don't know if, so if I miss it, uh
Just gotta forget it cause I can't go back and get it you know
We'll try, take it home
I'm playing an old piano from nine till a half past one
Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody to have fun
Well, I don't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall floor
Mercy, look what just walked through that door
Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?
Say hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
You don't kaching kaching kaching kaching
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
Told me not to stare cause it was impolite
And did the best she could to try to raise me right
But mama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-U
Say, your mama must have been another something or the other too
Say, hello good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Kaching kaching kaching kaching
Well, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others
But too much something' and not enough another
You've got it all together like a lovin' machine
Lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream
Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U (Y-O-U)
Well, your mama must have been another good lookin' too
Say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Kaching kaching kaching kaching
Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait
The men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate
Reminding them of everything they never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of the World War III
Oh, the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U (Y-O-U)
Well, I bet your mama must have been another something or the other too
Yeah, say, hey, good L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Kaching kaching kaching kaching
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Writer(s): Mike Stoller, Jerry Leiber
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