A song from “The French Line”, 1953.
Words Ralph Blane and Robert Wells.
Music by Josef Myrow.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
I’m lookin’ for trouble
And I don’t care what people say
It doesn’t matter what the people say
What the people say, what the people say
I’m gonna find me a lover, on in his prime
One who can show me a real good time
I’m lookin’ for trouble
And tho’ I’m ridin’ for a fall
It doesn’t matter if I have a ball
If I have a ball, if I have a ball
I’m gonna rock all the rafters
Do it up right
I’m gonna raise a little Fahrenheit
I’ll melt all the snow in Alaska
Till it steams like the tropical Amazon
I’m gonna pop all the corn in Nebraska
If He’s shy it’s goodbye
If he’s brave, bring him on
I’m lookin’ for trouble
I’m gonna throw the book away
Be unpredictable from day to day
In ev’ry way I can
So, this Cinderella is out to find a fella
Who’ll tell her what she’s sweeter than
I’m lookin’ for trouble
Won’t mind the trouble
If trouble looks like a man