Baby Don't Do It - Shannon and the Clams

You’ve got trouble in your eyes

You’ve got trouble in your eyes

I can see it

I keep runnin' down your street

Following the smell of your feet

Like a compass

Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell

Broken twigs and bread crumbs

My machete glints by the light of the moon

But I’m too late

Baby, don’t do it

You’ve go trouble in your eyes

Bad thoughts on your mind

So I chased you

My machete and me

Hacked a trail all night through the forest

Hot on your trail I can tell by the smell

Broken twigs and bread crumbs

My machete glints by the light of the moon

But I’m too late