Robert Palmer - Trouble Lyrics
(lowell george)You yelled heyWhen your car wouldnt startGot real nervous, started to eat your heart outYoure so fat, your shoes dont fit on your feetYou got troubleAnd its tailor made, mama lay down your head in the shadeCoz your eyes are tired and your feet are tooAnd you wish the world was as tired as youWell I write a letter and I nd it todayAnd put all the trouble in it you had today, had todayYou yelled heyWhen your stove blew upUpset, why yesThe footprints on your ceiling are almost goneAnd youre wondering whyMama lay your head down dont youYour eyes are tired and your feet are tooAnd you wish the world was as tired as youWell I write a letter and I send it awayAnd I put in it all the trouble you had today, had todayAll the trouble in itWell your telephone rang and you werent homeYou forgot about this and you forgot about thatGot to get to what youre doingGoodbye click that so and soYoure an islander on your own, on your own
