[Verse 1: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
You don't add up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out there, mamma, look out there
You carry me too fast, watch it, baby
You're just my good for nothing
My sweet hunk o' trash
My, my, how you sound

[Verse 2: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
You're very short on looks
Dumb, when it comes to books
Look out, baby, watch it, honey
And you stay full of corn
Just like succotash
Well, what you want me to do in my idle moments?
You're just a good for nothing
But my sweet hunk o' trash
Let me get a word in there, honey, you running your mouth

[Verse 3: Louis Armstrong & Billie Holiday]
You said I've worried you for years
I'm just a barfly mooching beers
While you sweat over a hot stove slinging hash
Worked my fingers right down to the elbows
Yes, I may be good for nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash
First to admit it, baby
[Verse 4: Louis Armstrong]
You said I spread my love all around
And with the chicks all over town
But, how can I when you keep me broke
So I can't spend no cash?
Yes, I may be good for nothing
But I'm still your sweet hunk o' trash

[Verse 5: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
Listen hear, Pops
You know you lie about your youth
I don't lie, baby
I'm just careless with the truth, that's all
How careless can you be?
I don't know
With all young chicks, you try to make a flash
Now, baby, it ain't like that, no
But you're still my good for nothing
My sweet hunk o' trash

[Verse 6: Billie Holiday & Louis Armstrong]
Now, when you stay out very late
It sure makes me mad to wait
How come, baby?
'Cause, you come home too tired
To raise just one eyelash
Watch it, baby, watch it
You're just good for nothing
But you're my sweet hunk o' trash
Yes, indeed!