Don’t tell me your troubles
I’ve got troubles that would make you scream and shout
Don’t tell me your troubles
I’ve got troubles I will tell you all about
No I don’t take a drink
No I won’t take a drink
But I sure take some ups and some downs
You makes me so weary
You pick it up and put me down
You never have to worry
And you never have to try
You’re never in a hurry
And I know the reason why
You got your daddie’s
And your fingers in some pies
You makes a double of a trouble with your lies
You say, oh I’m mad about the boy
You say, oh-oh-oh I’m mad about the boy
You say, oh I’m mad about the boy