Baby, baby, baby, what's the matter with you? Baby, baby, baby, what is the matter with you? You got the world in a jug, you don't have a thing to do I went to the fortune teller to get my fortune told She told me you didn't love me, all you wanted was my gold Now that ain't right, baby, baby, that ain't right at all You taking all my money, going out and having yourself a ball I've always treated you fine, you had the very best I've always treated you fine, you had the very best But what you putting down now, daddy, is sure some sad mess You can find all kinds of women, some of them are real great You can find all kinds of women, some of them are real great But when you miss me, honey, you're missing the Acme fast freight Now I've told you my story, I ain't got another word to say I've told you my story, I ain't got another word to say If you ain't gonna act right, you might as well be on your sad way Cause it ain't right, baby, baby, it ain't right at all It ain't right, baby, baby, it ain't right at all It ain't right at all You taking all my money, going out and having yourself a ball It ain't right