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 don't have a thing to do

I always told you, baby

You'll be the death of me

'Cos when I'm always with you

I get the third degree

That ain't right

Baby, that ain't right at all

Takin' all my money

Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball

I took you to a night club

And bought you big champagne

You rolled home in a taxi

And I caught the subway train

That ain't right

Baby, that ain't right at all

Takin' all my money

Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball

I went to a fortune teller

And had my fortune told

He said, you didn't love me

All you wanted was my gold

That ain't right

Baby, that ain't right at all

Takin' all my money

Goin' out, havin' yourself a ball