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