| You yelled hey when your car wouldn’t start
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| So you got real nervous and started to eat your heart out
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| Now you’re so fat your shoes don’t fit on your feat
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| You got trouble
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| And it’s tailor made
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| Well mama lay your head down in the shade
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| 'Cause your eyes are tired, and your feat are too
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| And you wish the world was as tired as you, whoa
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| Well I’ll write a letter, and I’ll send it away
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| And put all the trouble in int you had today
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| Oh your telephone ring and you went «oh ho»
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| You forgot about this, and you forgot about that
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| 'Cause you got to get back to what you doing
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| Goodbye, click that, so and so
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| You’re an island and on your own
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| You yelled hey when the stove blew up
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| Upset? |
| why yes
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| And the footprints on your ceiling, they’re almost gone
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| And you’re wondering why?
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| Well mama lay your head down, don’t you cry |