I Got It Bad and That Ain't Good Songtext
von Louis Armstrong

Never treat me sweet and gentle
The way she should
′Cause I got it bad, and that ain't good

My poor heart is so sentimental
And it′s not made of wood
Now, I got it bad and that ain't good


When the weekend's over
And Monday rolls around
I end up like start out
Just crying my heart out

She don′t love me like I love her
Nobody could

Now when the weekend′s over
Monday rolls around
I end up like I start out
Just crying

Oh, she don't love me like I love her
Nobody could
I got it bad and it sure is good