Trouble Trouble

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,

I told myself I wouldn't drink no more,

A bad hangover's something I can't stand,

But here I am with a jug in my hand.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,

Worries on my mind,

Goin' down to the cellar,

Get some of that mellow wine.

I seem to ruin everything I touch,

People say it's cause I drink too much,

I tried to kick it but it ain't no use,

Guess I'm a slave to that mellow juice.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,

Worries on my mind,

Goin' down to the cellar,

Get some of that mellow wine, yea.

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,

I told myself I wouldn't drink no more,

A bad hangover's something I can't stand,

But here I am with a jug in my hand.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,

Worries on my mind,

Goin' down to the cellar,

Get some of that mellow wine.

Oh take it way