You yelled "Hey!"
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When your car wouldn't start
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You got real nervous
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And started to eat your heart out
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You're so fat your shoes don't fit on your feet
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You've got trouble
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And it's tailor made
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Mama, lay your head down in the shade
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[Chorus:]
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Cause your eye's are tired
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And your feet are to
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You wish the world was as tired as you
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Well I'll write a letter
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And I'll send it away
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Put all the trouble in it you've had today
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Well your telephone rang
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And you yelled "No!"
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Well you forgot about this and you forgot about that
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Got to get back to what you're doing
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Goodbye, quit that, so and so
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You're an island and on your own
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And you yelled "Hey!"
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When the stove blew up
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Upset? why yes
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The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone
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And you're wonderin' why
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Mama lay your head down
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Now don't you cry
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Trouble
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| Dan McCaferty |
