Lyrics Trouble - Little Feat , Inara 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
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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