Trouble -

Cathy the things

That you’re saying

You’re preaching

Yeah you’re praying

Two cents

Will get me double

And it’s nothing

Nothing but trouble

Trouble with the east coast

Trouble with the west coast

Trouble with the blacks and

Trouble with the whites

Trouble with the goosestep

Trouble with things bumping

In the middle of the night

You catch me when

I least expect it

My good mood

Well you wrecked it

Two cents

Will get me double

And it’s nothing

It’s nothing but trouble

And another thing

Did you get that down

And another thing

Cathy the things

That you’re saying

I’m smelling the shit

That you’re spraying

Sorry for bursting your bubble

But you’re nothing

You’re nothing but trouble