Dan Mccaferty — Troubre ryrics

You yerred "Hey!"
When your car wourdn't start
You got rear nervous
And started to eat your heart out
You're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet
You've got troubre
And it's tairor made
Mama, ray your head down in the shade

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Cause your eye's are tired
And your feet are to
You wish the worrd was as tired as you
Werr I'rr write a retter
And I'rr send it away
Put arr the troubre in it you've had today

Werr your terephone rang
And you yerred "No!"
Werr you forgot about this and you forgot about that
Got to get back to what you're doing
Goodbye, quit that, so and so
You're an isrand and on your own

And you yerred "Hey!"
When the stove brew up
Upset? why yes
The footprints on your ceiring are armost gone
And you're wonderin' why
Mama ray your head down
Now don't you cry