Trouble - Paper Lions

Driving highway twenty one

When I saw Trouble

Holding out his thumb

My engine quit, I figured we

Were both in need of

Some uncertainty

Hey you Trouble, get into my car, get into it

Hey you Trouble, get into my car, get into it

He wiped his shoes off on my mat

I kind of think there’s something wrong with that

He opened a drink, a little bit leaked

As I watched in horror, onto my front seat

Hey you Trouble, get outta my car, get out of it

Hey you Trouble, get outta my car, get out of it

Hey!

Trouble!

Get outta my car

Get outta my car

Hey!

Trouble!

Get outta my car

Get outta my car