I sleep with one eye open and
  One foot on the floor and
  When I see that the coast is clear
  I slip right out the door
    Some folks think I'm trouble
  Bad with a capital B
  If I bust your bubble,
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
    I keep one hand in my pocket
  The other in the cookie jar
  I'm one step ahead, give me an inch
  I'll take the whole nine yards.
    Some folks think I'm trouble (he's trouble)
  Bad with a capital B
  But If I bust your bubble (he's trouble)
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
    I'm as innocent as I can be
  A little bent on trickery
  A little hide and seek
  A little tounge in cheek
    Oooooooooooooooyeah!!!
    Some folks think I'm trouble (trouble!)
  Bad with a capitol B
  If I bust your bubble (he's trouble!)
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on me
    Shamey, Shamey, Shame
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame
  Shamey, Shamey, Shame on
    Me