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 feat
you got trouble
and it's tailor made
well mama lay your head down in the shade
'cause your eyes are tired
and your feat are too
and you wish the world was as tired as you
whoa
well i'll write a letter
and i'll send it away
and put all the trouble in int you had today
oh your telephone ring and you went oh ho"