Trouble, Trouble کے بول

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. {Dave - Solo} 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 {Rod - Solo}