Embraceable You / I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good - Louis Prima, Kelly Smith

Embrace me, my sweet embraceable you

Embrace me, you irreplaceable you

Baby, just one look at you

My heart goes tipsy in me

You and you alone bring out the gypsy in me

Oh, I love all

Oh, those many

Oh, charms about you, oh

Above all I want my arms about you

Ooo, don’t be a naughty baby

Oh, why don’t you come and get your baby, do

Call for an appointment

My sweet embraceable you

Never treats sweet an' gentle

The way he should

I got it bad, and that ain’t good

(I got it good, and it ain’t bad!)

My poor heart is sentimental

Not made of wood

(What do you think mine’s made outta? Lasagna?)

I got it bad, and that ain’t good

Ooo, and when the weekend’s over

Baby, and Monday rolls around

My man and I, we gin some

And pray some and sin some

Lord up above me, please make him love me

Ooo, the way he should (I ain’t gonna change!)

I got it bad, and that ain’t good