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Fats Waller
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That Ain't Right
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!)
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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!)
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