Trouble

Driving highway twenty one
When I saw Trouble
Holding out his thumb
My engine quit, I figured we
Were both in need of
Some uncertainty
Hey you Trouble, get into my car, get into it
Hey you Trouble, get into my car, get into it
He wiped his shoes off on my mat
I kind of think there’s something wrong with that
He opened a drink, a little bit leaked
As I watched in horror, onto my front seat
Hey you Trouble, get outta my car, get out of it
Hey you Trouble, get outta my car, get out of it
Hey! Trouble!
Get outta my car
Get outta my car
Hey! Trouble!
Get outta my car
Get outta my car