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