That Ain't Right

Baby, baby, what is the matter with you?
Baby, baby, what is the matter with you?
You got the world in a jug and you got nothin' to do
You know I always told ya, you’ll be the death of me
And when I’m always with you I get the third degree
That ain’t right, that ain’t right at all
And you’re takin' all my money and goin' out havin' yourself a ball
I took you to a night club I bought you big champagne
You rolled home in a taxi while I caught the subway train
That ain’t right, that ain’t right at all
And you’re takin' all my money and goin' out havin' yourself a ball
I went to a fortune teller and had my fortune told
She said, you didn’t love me, all you wanted was my gold
That ain’t right, that ain’t right at all
And you’re takin' all my money and goin' out havin' yourself a ball