Trouble

You yelled "Hey!"

When your car wouldn`t start

You got real nervous

And started to eat your heart out

You`re so fat your shoes don`t fit on your feet

You`ve got trouble

And it`s tailor made

Mama, lay your head down in the shade

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Cause your eye`s are tired

And your feet are to

You wish the world was as tired as you

Well I`ll write a letter

And I`ll send it away

Put all the trouble in it you`ve 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 you`re doing

Goodbye, quit that, so and so

You`re 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 you`re wonderin` why

Mama lay your head down

Now don`t you cry


(copyright Lowell George)