I sleep with one eye open and

One foot on the floor and

When I see that the coast is clear

I slip right out the door



Some folks think I'm trouble

Bad with a capital B

If I bust your bubble,

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me



I keep one hand in my pocket

The other in the cookie jar

I'm one step ahead, give me an inch

I'll take the whole nine yards.



Some folks think I'm trouble (he's trouble)

Bad with a capital B

But If I bust your bubble (he's trouble)

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me



I'm as innocent as I can be

A little bent on trickery

A little hide and seek

A little tounge in cheek



Oooooooooooooooyeah!!!



Some folks think I'm trouble (trouble!)

Bad with a capitol B

If I bust your bubble (he's trouble!)

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me



Shamey, Shamey, Shame

Shamey, Shamey, Shame

Shamey, Shamey, Shame on



Me