You yelled "hey!"
When your car wouldn't start
You got real nervous
And started to eat your heart out
You're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet
You've got trouble
And it's tailor made
Mama, lay your head down in the shade
Cause your eye's are tired
And your feet are to
You wish the world was as tired as you
Well I'll write a letter
And I'll send it away
Put all the trouble in it you've had
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