Trouble کے بول

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