Yeah,
you go out on the road till your clothes don't fit
Champion
Jack
Dupree used to speak about it
Old dressing rooms lined with the smoke and
the blood and the spit of trouble, beautiful trouble
You stand up on your head
on the vaudeville stage
You fall in love with ladies half your age
Other women point their finger,
sour with the rage
You're gonna find trouble,
you're gonna find trouble
Then you're spinning and you're tumbling,
you've taken it too deep
The soft hair on the back of her neck,
the fire in her cheek
Her breasts, eyes, her thighs,
the quirky way she speaks
You found trouble, beautiful trouble
You're in trouble, beautiful trouble
You scratched the surface
at your own peril
Now you're staring down
a double barrel
Trouble fine, it's very own level
Of trouble, beautiful trouble
Yeah, trouble, beautiful trouble
The lights go out,
the steering wheel won't steer
95 mile an hour down the
alleyways of love and fear
The brakes are gone and
you strip the gears
With trouble, beautiful trouble
You wake up face down in
the bottom of a ditch
She screams,
what are your intentions toward
me
You rotten son of a bitch
You wonder who and how
and why and whether
And which forms of trouble
You are in trouble, trouble,
beautiful trouble
Just when you thought
you had a take on her
The mask fell off,
real people emerged
Welcome to the night of the living, loving world of trouble, beautiful trouble,
yeah trouble, beautiful trouble
So if you see me out on
your street tonight
Better close up your curtain
Better shut out the lights
I'm a runaway kid
With a savage appetite
For trouble
Beautiful trouble
I'm just looking for that chin joint
Right up your road
Where if you look at somebody
cross -eyed
The place might explode
You flirt with the wrong
set of dark eyes
You've taken on a load of trouble
Beautiful trouble
I'm just looking for
That little yellow haired girl
Like
Sterling
Hayden
In a beat -up film noir world
I'm staggering toward
the end of the world
Of trouble, beautiful trouble
Yeah, trouble, beautiful trouble
I've scratched the surface
at my own peril
Now I'm a -starin' down
a double barrel
Trouble, will find its own level
Trouble, beautiful trouble
Trouble, beautiful trouble
Trouble, beautiful trouble
Trouble, beautiful trouble