Trouble - Lowell George 
    You yelled hey when your car wouldn't start

    So you got real nervous and started to eat your heart out
    Now you're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feat
    You got trouble
    And it's tailor made
    Well mama lay your head down in the shade

    'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feat are too
    And you wish the world was as tired as you, whoa
    Well I'll write a letter, and I'll send it away
    And put all the trouble in int you had today

    Oh your telephone ring and you went "oh ho"
    You forgot about this, and you forgot about that
    'Cause you got to get back to what you doing
    Goodbye, click that, so and so
    You're an island and on your own

    You yelled hey when the stove blew up
    Upset? why yes
    And the footprints on your ceiling, they're almost gone
    And you're wondering why?
    Well mama lay your head down, don't you cry


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