Suspicion Songtext
von Tex Williams
Suspicion Songtext
I come home from work the other night
Dog tired as I could be
I saw a gray fedora
Where my hat oughta be
Now man, I′m not the jealous type
But it sure appears to me
When I come home I oughta see my hat
Where my hat oughta be
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets ya
He′ll never let you free
Like the other morning, I left the house
I started to laugh and sing
When I got about half way down to work
When I started to think about some things
So I doubled back home and opened the door
To see if I'd got a letter
Now I'm not the least bit jealous, you know me
Man, I know better
I kind-a tippy toed in to see what I could see, and
Man I saw a big black cigar
Where my pipe oughta be
On the breakfast table there was bacon and eggs
And toast, and orange peel
When I got up my wife gave me
A dish of cold oatmeal
Suspicion, suspicion, its got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He′ll never set you free
My wife says I′m jealous, well
You know I ain't, of course
Say, when I come home with a hair on my coat
I gotta show her the horse
Like the other morning, she got up
And left the house about five
Said she felt like takin′ a walk in the hills
Felt good to be alive
Well I didn't give it very much thought
But I did notice, just for fun
That the nylon on her left leg
Had started a little run
When she come bustin′ back home about nine
I know I wasn't tight
But the nylon run I′d noticed, now
Was over on the right
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He'll never set you free
Been thinkin′ about it lately
With prices as they go
How come it was we eat so much
Our grocery bill′s so low
Understand, I'm not complaining, no
I should be filled with joy
But I just got to thinkin′ about
That good-lookin' grocery boy
So just in case I had a clue
I thought I′d set a trap
When I came home unexpectedly
He was sittin' in my wife′s lap
She smiled at me, the sickliest smile
And what do you think she said
"Look honey, I caught a burglar"
And that grocery boy dropped dead
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He'll never set you free
Dog tired as I could be
I saw a gray fedora
Where my hat oughta be
Now man, I′m not the jealous type
But it sure appears to me
When I come home I oughta see my hat
Where my hat oughta be
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets ya
He′ll never let you free
Like the other morning, I left the house
I started to laugh and sing
When I got about half way down to work
When I started to think about some things
So I doubled back home and opened the door
To see if I'd got a letter
Now I'm not the least bit jealous, you know me
Man, I know better
I kind-a tippy toed in to see what I could see, and
Man I saw a big black cigar
Where my pipe oughta be
On the breakfast table there was bacon and eggs
And toast, and orange peel
When I got up my wife gave me
A dish of cold oatmeal
Suspicion, suspicion, its got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He′ll never set you free
My wife says I′m jealous, well
You know I ain't, of course
Say, when I come home with a hair on my coat
I gotta show her the horse
Like the other morning, she got up
And left the house about five
Said she felt like takin′ a walk in the hills
Felt good to be alive
Well I didn't give it very much thought
But I did notice, just for fun
That the nylon on her left leg
Had started a little run
When she come bustin′ back home about nine
I know I wasn't tight
But the nylon run I′d noticed, now
Was over on the right
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He'll never set you free
Been thinkin′ about it lately
With prices as they go
How come it was we eat so much
Our grocery bill′s so low
Understand, I'm not complaining, no
I should be filled with joy
But I just got to thinkin′ about
That good-lookin' grocery boy
So just in case I had a clue
I thought I′d set a trap
When I came home unexpectedly
He was sittin' in my wife′s lap
She smiled at me, the sickliest smile
And what do you think she said
"Look honey, I caught a burglar"
And that grocery boy dropped dead
Suspicion, suspicion, it's got a hold on me
When that green-eyed monster gets you
He'll never set you free
Writer(s): Les Paul, Foster G Carling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
