Little Feat Trouble Lyrics

Trouble Lyrics

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