There's trouble in the morning,
trouble in the evening,
even trouble in the afternoon
Seems like everybody's looking for trouble
until that trouble comes looking for you
So get yourself straight,
you can't be late
There's no time for your toying around
Trouble's hot on the trail of your latest derail
Let there be no idle mind found
Unless you want trouble hanging around
Go find yourself a spot
on a fancy lot
Enough land for your sheep and goats
But stay far away from the things that neigh
They bring nothing but trouble for their host
So you think their nice?
Well you better think twice
One just bucked me without saying bye
Dubya was his name, trouble was his game
As he left me out here to die
Under the stars of the smokey sky
There's trouble in the morning,
trouble in the evening,
even trouble in the afternoon
Seems like everybody's looking for trouble
until that trouble comes looking for you
So get yourself straight,
you can't be late
There's no time for your toying around
Trouble's hot on the trail of your latest derail
Let there be no idle mind found
Unless you want trouble hanging around