Trouble

Little Feat

Composición de: Lowell George
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" 
You Forgot About This, and You Forgot About That 
'cause You Got to Get Back to What You Doing 
Goodbye, Click That, So and So 
You're An Island and On Your Own 

You Yelled Hey When the Stove Blew Up 
Upset? Why Yes 
And the Footprints On Your Ceiling, They're Almost Gone 
And You're Wondering Why? 
Well Mama Lay Your Head Down, Don't You Cry
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