Is There Anything Wrong In That
There are certain things that keep me guessing,
Though I try real hard to find them out,
Well, I don't understand, so I'm confessing,
That I don't know just what it's all about.
See, I don't know the bad things from the good,
Because my mother never told me all she should.
A man showed me a lavaliere,
He says "It's yours if you kiss me, dear,"
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
I kissed him once, and he asked for more,
Next week he's bringing the jewelry store;
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Now, I was in the parlor, with this fellow last night,
And I know why he kissed me and he squeezed me so tight;
But I don't understand a bit,
When he said, "Baby, you sure have It,"
What's this?
Oh, is there anything wrong in that?
A man loaned me his Cadilac,
And I said that I would bring it back,
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Well, it was so cold in that great big boat,
So, I just went and took his raccoon coat,
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
I took my mother driving on that very same day,
And she said, "Dear, you must return that car right away!"
But the funniest thing, you'll never guess,
I forgot his name and his address!
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
Oh, tell me, tell me, please, was there anything wrong in that, huh?
Now, I ask, was there anything wrong with that?
Such questions drive me crazy, every day, something new,
My poor brain gets hazy, don't know what to do!
[Scatting]
Oh, tell me, was there anything wrong in that?
¿Hay algo malo en eso?
Hay ciertas cosas que me mantienen en duda,
Aunque intento con todas mis fuerzas descubrirlas,
Bueno, no entiendo, así que confieso,
Que no sé de qué se trata todo esto.
Verás, no distingo lo malo de lo bueno,
Porque mi madre nunca me dijo todo lo que debería.
Un hombre me mostró un collar,
Dice 'Es tuyo si me besas, querida',
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Lo besé una vez, y pidió más,
La próxima semana trae la joyería;
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Ahora, estaba en el salón, con este chico anoche,
Y sé por qué me besó y me abrazó tan fuerte;
Pero no entiendo en absoluto,
Cuando dijo, 'Nena, seguro que lo tienes',
¿Qué es esto?
Oh, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Un hombre me prestó su Cadillac,
Y dije que lo devolvería,
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Bueno, hacía tanto frío en ese gran barco,
Así que tomé su abrigo de mapache,
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Llevé a mi madre a pasear ese mismo día,
Y ella dijo, 'Querida, debes devolver ese auto de inmediato',
Pero lo más gracioso, nunca adivinarás,
¡Olvidé su nombre y su dirección!
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Oh, dime, dime, por favor, ¿hubo algo malo en eso, eh?
Ahora, pregunto, ¿hubo algo malo en eso?
Tales preguntas me vuelven loca, cada día, algo nuevo,
Mi pobre cerebro se nubla, ¡no sé qué hacer!
[Tarareo]
Oh, dime, ¿hay algo malo en eso?
Escrita por: Herbert Magidson / Michael Cleary