Trouble

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 feet are too
And you wish the world was as tired as you.

Yet another story of my life. Little Feat: