Embraceable You/I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good - Louis Prima, Sam Butera, The Witnesses

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 oh oh oh, I love all, oh oh oh oh

Those many, oh oh oh oh

Charms about you, oh oh oh oh

(Above all, I want my arms about you)

Ooh!

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 me sweet and 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 you think mine’s made out of, lasagna?)

I got it bad and that ain’t good

And when the weekend’s over, baby

And Monday rolls around

My man and I we gin some

Embrace some, and send some

Lord up above me, please make him love me

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

I got it bad and that ain’t good