Splitsville - Trouble lyrics

Cathy the things That you're saying You're preaching Yeah you're praying Two cents Will get me double And it's nothing Nothing but trouble Trouble with the east coast Trouble with the west coast Trouble with the blacks and Trouble with the whites Trouble with the goosestep Trouble with things bumping In the middle of the night You catch me when I least expect it My good mood Well you wrecked it Two cents Will get me double And it's nothing It's nothing but trouble And another thing Did you get that down And another thing Cathy the things That you're saying I'm smelling the sh** That you're spraying Sorry for bursting your bubble But you're nothing You're nothing but trouble