Trouble

You yelled "Hey!" When your car wouldn't start You got real nervous And started to eat your heart out You're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet You've got trouble And it's tailor made Mama, lay your head down in the shade chorus: Cause your eye's are tired And your feet are to You wish the world was as tired as you Well I'll write a letter And I'll send it away Put all the trouble in it you've had today Well your telephone rang And you yelled "No!" Well you forgot about this and you forgot about that Got to get back to what you're doing Goodbye, quit that, so and so You're an island and on your own And you yelled "Hey!" When the stove blew up Upset? why yes