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You tryna rob me but I ain't got nothing, man How you gon rob me? There’s nothing to take You better back up off me or I'll give you something, man I'll give you a piece of the thing that I make And that’s trouble, man Summertime judge came to bust my bubble — now I got trouble If the summer should fall, I would fall right along with it into the puddle With nothing for company but leaves as I bawl Out for someone to function as some kind of buffer Between me and my ugly side — it's too close to call Out for anyone but the one love out the hundred Who could love me for what I am under it all Y'see, I used to be my father's son — now I'm howling at the moon I ain't really trying to bother no one, but I might be soon And I'll be smelling like an elephant when I come in the room Because they used to call me "Daddy's Boy" But now that’s "Trouble" to you My trouble, man, is that I’m too damn stubborn Like plates in the cupboard, I am stuck in my ways But a couple of days of vacation would make a significant difference I'm listening to radio stations from eight states away In the vacant sub-basement on Main Street The tasers will spray in my face SongtexteAnd I’ll say, "It's a great way to meet people" Treat 'em like sheep and a sweater they'll make Y’see, I used to be the problem child — I'm only my own problem now Now I find that I'm the same old wise guy they rightly threw out That's why I find it hard to smile sometimes when I'm in the crowd Because I used to be the problem child I used to be the problem child but now I am the Troubleman I am Troubleman Nothing but Troubleman Nothing but Troubleman I'm nothing but Troubleman Nothing but Troubleman Nothing but Troubleman Nothing but Troubleman And I am looking for trouble, man I am looking for trouble, man I am looking for trouble, man I am looking for trouble Looking for trouble, man Looking for trouble, man Looking for trouble, man Aus Songtexte Mania