Little Feat - Trouble Lyrics
Lowell GeorgeYou yelled hey when your car wouldn't startSo you got real nervous and started to eat your heart outNow you're so fat your shoes don't fit on your featYou got troubleAnd it's tailor madeWell mama lay your head down in the shade 'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feat are tooAnd you wish the world was as tired as you, whoaWell I'll write a letter, and I'll send it awayAnd put all the trouble in int you had today Oh your telephone ring and you went "oh ho"You forgot about this, and you forgot about that'Cause you got to get back to what you doingGoodbye, click that, so and soYou're an island and on your own You yelled hey when the stove blew upUpset? why yesAnd the footprints on your ceiling, they're almost goneAnd you're wondering why?Well mama lay your head down, don't you cry