Trouble Kid - Hefner

He is sixteen going on seventeen

He got splinters from raising high the roof beams

Living it, loving it, got to keep speaking it

He don’t feel it like we need it

When his grubby face shows we know how the song goes

Trouble Kid, Just look at what he did

Something in the weather says I’m not so clever

Why didn’t I figure out that you’re eyes weren’t telling me what I thought they

were

Trouble Kid’s not evil, He has got his reasons

But I’m going to squash him flat, like a bug

With my new timberlands