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