Trouble - Dan McCafferty

You yelled «hey!»

When your car wouldnt start

You got real nervous

And started to eat your heart out

Youre so fat your shoes dont fit on your feet

Youve got trouble

And its tailor made

Mama, lay your head down in the shade

Cause your eyes are tired

And your feet are to You wish the world was as tired as you

Well Ill write a letter

And Ill send it away

Put all the trouble in it youve had today

Well your telephone rang

And you yelled «no!»

Well you forgot about this and you forgot about that

Got to get back to what youre doing

Goodbye, quit that, so and so Youre an island and on your own

And you yelled «hey!»

When the stove blew up Upset?

why yes

The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone

And youre wonderin why

Mama lay your head down

Now dont you cry

(copyright lowell george)