Driving highway 21, when I saw trouble holding out his thumb
Why didn't you 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 lap
I kinda think there's something wrong with that
He opened a drink, a little bit leaked
As I watched in horror on to 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! x4
Writer(s): Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan, Tania Kernaghan
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