Louis Armstrong & His Orchestra - Now Do You Call That a Buddy lyrics

I live here, boy Now, I don't dig you Took you for my friend, thought you were my pal But now I found out you're tryin' to jive my gal All shut eyes ain't 'sleep and all goodbyes ain't gone I'm help to myself; you're tryin' to do me wrong Do you call that a buddy? (No, no) Could that be your buddy? (No, no) I'm gonna shoot my buddy (Yeah, yeah) He's just a dirty guy (Shoot him in the foot, shoot him in the foot) Treated you like a friend, what more could I do? I had an idea I could trust in you You ate up all my rice and my stew beef And tried to help me cut off the home beneath Do you call that a buddy? (No, no) Could that be your buddy? (No, no) I'm gonna k** my buddy (Yeah, yeah) He's just a dirty guy (Yeah, terminate him, terminate him) I wish you were dead and under the ground 'Cause a man like you just shouldn't be around You's loathe as a temple and slick as grease I'm gonna turn you over to the chief of police Do you call that a buddy? (No, no) Could that be your buddy? (No, no) I'm gonna part with my buddy (Yeah, yeah) He's just a dirty guy