Trouble
(Lowell George)
You yelled “hey” when your car wouldn’t start
Got real nervous, started to eat your heart out
You’re so fat your shoes don’t fit on your feet you got trouble
And it’s tailor made, 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 ohh
Well I write a letter and I sent it away
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 you’re wondering why
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
Well I write a letter ha and I sent it away
And put all the trouble in it you had today
Had today
All the trouble in it
Well your telephone rang and you weren’t home
You forgot about this and you forgot about that
Got to get back to what you’re doing
Goodbye click that so and so
You’re an islander on your own, on your own