Dan McCafferty - Trouble

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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)