Trouble Songtext
von Callum Beattie

They say, what′s the matter with you?
You look worn out like an old pair of shoes
And if you don't slow down, son
You′re gonna crash and burn
A man should know his limits
You got your mother all concerned

So come on, wake up
Get life back on the rails
Or you'll end up like your brother, in jail
And if you don't wrap up, son
You′re gonna catch a cold
You′re standing on a minefield, diggin' for gold

I got trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I got trouble in my eyes
Like a fool in paradise


I need a little trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I need trouble in my bones
From my head down to my toes

You give me some kind of voodoo, baby
Some kind of charm
Some kind of fever
Keeps the chaos in the calm
I got trouble

Roll up, there′s a circus in town (circus in town)
And the big star in the show is the clown (show is the clown)
So 'on, powder that nose, son
Put on your disguise
If you got the money
Then everybody wins a prize

Come on, let′s go, get your back off the shelf (back off the shelf)
A little trouble could be good for your health (good for your health)
Go on, throw down that drink, son
Like you've nothing left to lose
Say it′s lonely at the top
But I sure do like the view


I got trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I got trouble in my eyes
Like a fool in paradise

I need a little trouble, trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble
I need trouble in my bones
From my head down to my toes

You give me some kind of voodoo, baby
Some kind of charm
Some kind of fever
Keeps the chaos in the calm

Some kind of magic, baby
Can't get enough
Brings out the devil, yeah
In everything I touch

I got trouble
(I got trouble in my eyes)
(One hit and I'm in paradise)
(Can′t stop, it′s got me hypnotised)

I got trouble
(I got trouble in my eyes)
(One hit and I'm in paradise)
(Can′t stop, it's got me hypnotised)