Every Kinda People
Robert Palmer
3:19You yelled, "Hey!" When your car wouldn't start Got real nervous, started to eat your heart out And you're so fat, your shoes don't fit on your feet You got trouble, and it's tailor-made Mama, lay down your head in the shade 'Cause your eyes are tired and your feet are too And you wish the world was as tired as you, oh Well, I write a letter, and I send it today And put all the trouble in it, you had today, had today You yelled, "Hey!" When your stove blew up Upset, why, yeah, yes The footprints on your ceiling are almost gone And you're wondering why Mama, lay your head down don't you cry Your eyes are tired, and your feet are too And you wish the world was as tired as you Well, I write a letter, and I send it away And I put in it all the trouble you had today, had today All the trouble in it Well, your telephone rang, and you weren't home You forgot about this, and you forgot about that Got to get to what you're doing Goodbye, click that so-and-so You're an islander on your own, on your own