Trouble

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 feet you got trouble And it's tailor made Oh, mama lay your head down in the shade 'Cause your eyes are tired And your feet are too And you wish the world was as tired as you Whoa i'm gonna write a letter And I'll send it away And put all the trouble in it you had today Well your telephone rang and You went "oh ho" you forgot about this And you forgot about that But you gotta get back to what you doing Goodbye, click that, so and so You're an island and on your own And you yelled hey when the stove blew up Upset? why yes Now the footprints on your ceiling They're almost gone and you wonder why? Oh, mama lay your head down, don't you cry 'Cause your eyes are tired And your feet are too And you wish the world was as tired as you Whoa i'm gonna write a letter And I'll send it away And put all the trouble in it you had today