You yelled "hey"
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When your car wouldn¡¯t start
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Got real nervous, 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 got trouble
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And it¡¯s tailor made, mama lay down your head in the shade
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Coz your eyes are tired and your feet are too
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And you wish the world was as tired as you
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Well I write a letter and I nd it today
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And put all the trouble in it you had today, had today
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You yelled "hey"
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When your 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 wondering why
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Mama lay your head down don¡¯t you
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Your eyes are tired and your feet are too
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And you wish the world was as tired as you
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Well I write a letter and I send it away
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And I put in it all the trouble you had today, had today
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All the trouble in it
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Well your telephone rang and you weren¡¯t home
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You forgot about this and you forgot about that
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Got to get to what you¡¯re doing
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Goodbye click that so and so
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You¡¯re an islander on your own, on your own
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Trouble
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| Robert Palmer |
