paroles de chanson Do You Call That a Buddy - Louis Armstrong

I live here, boy
Now, I don't dig you
Took you for my friend, thought you were my pal
But now, I found out you're tryin' to jive my gal
All shut eyes ain't sleep and all goodbyes ain't gone
I'm help to myself you're tryin' to do me wrong
Do you call that a buddy
(No, no)
Could that be your buddy
(No, no)
I'm gonna shoot my buddy
(Yeah, yeah)
He's just a dirty guy
(Shot him in the foot, shot him in the foot)
Treated you like a friend, what more could I do?
I had an idea I could trust in you
You ate up all my rice and my stew beef
And tried to help me cut off the home beneath
Do you call that a buddy
(No, no)
Could that be your buddy
(No, no)
I'm gonna kill my buddy
(Yeah, yeah)
He's just a dirty guy
(Yeah, terminate him, terminate him)
I wish you were dead and under the ground
'Cause a man like you just shouldn't be around
Use loath as a temple and slick as grease
I'm gonna turn you over to the chief of police
Do you call that a buddy
(No, no)
Could that be your buddy
(No, no)
I'm gonna part with my buddy
(Yeah, yeah)
He's just a dirty guy