Small Y'all
Honey, you think he's got an attitude
So you treat him just a little too rude
Buddy, you think she's a little too cold
So you act like a two year old
Don't it make ya feel low, Joe
Don't it make ya feel mean, Jean
Don't it make ya feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make ya feel small, y'all
Boy, you say somethin' bad about her brother
Girl, you say somethin' mean about his mother
Temperments flare, and insults fly
And you're both wantin' to die
Don't ya feel like a jerk, Kirk
Don't ya feel like a ninny, Jinny
Don't it make ya feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make ya feel small, y'all
(George)
Lady, you say you don't love him no more
And mister, you kicked down the bedroom door
She called you names you never heard before
And now, it's a full scale war
Don't it make ya feel a-crazy, Daisy
Mentally ill, Bill
Don't it make ya feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make ya feel small, y'all
(Kenny)
Six 'o' clock, eight 'o' clock, nine 'o' clock, ten
The neighbors all know that you're at it again
(George)
And two little kids just a few feet away
Hear every word you say
Don't it make ya feel bad, Dad
Don't it make ya feel wrong, Mom
(Kenny)
Don't it make ya feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make ya feel small, y'all
(George)
Don't it make ya feel ashamed of yourself
Don't it make ya feel small, y'all
(Kenny)
With a pickle in the middle, and the mustard on top