trouble

Singer: little feat

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"