The Chocolate Gimme Trouble

The Chocolate Gimme Trouble


I can roll with the punches; I do not easily tumble,
I fight the good good fight; I am ready to rumble,
But I keep my head low and I try to be humble; cause the chocolate makes me stumble.

Yes the chocolate gimme trouble,
The chocolate gimme trouble
I’ll knock a devil through a wall and dance on the rubble,
But the chocolate gimme trouble.

I can make rather merry without the Christmas cheer.
Do St. Paddy day without bright green beer,
I do not crave the gin in my struggle with sin,
But the chocolate do me in.

Yes the chocolate trouble, the chocolate trouble
Not the pink champagne with the little bubbles
But the chocolate troubles

Long ago, long ago I just gave up the grass.
I was offered a line of cocaine, why thank you, I think I’ll pass.
I have come clean of the nicotine,
but the chocolate’s another thing.

Yes the chocolate trouble, the chocolate trouble
Nope not the dope what make me wobble;
it’s the chocolate gi’in’ me the trouble

I have managed somehow to weather an occasional gale of seduction,
Manifold and sundry and diverse temptations,
But I flee that confection of devilry,
O the chocolate level me

Yes the chocolate trouble; the chocolate trouble
My iron will becomes hay and stubble;
cause the chocolate trouble

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