Trouble
(lowell george)
You yelled hey
When your car wouldnt start
Got real nervous, started to eat your heart out
Youre so fat, your shoes dont fit on your feet
You got trouble
And its tailor made, mama lay down your head in the shade
Coz your eyes are tired and your feet are too
And you wish the world was as tired as you
Well I write a letter and I nd it today
And put all the trouble in it you had today, had today
You yelled hey
When your stove blew up
Upset, why yes
The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone
And youre wondering why
Mama lay your head down dont you
Your eyes are tired and your feet are too
And you wish the world was as tired as you
Well I write a letter and I send it away
And I put in it all the trouble you had today, had today
All the trouble in it
Well your telephone rang and you werent home
You forgot about this and you forgot about that
Got to get to what youre doing
Goodbye click that so and so
Youre an islander on your own, on your own
song performed by Robert Palmer
Added by Lucian Velea
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