Lyrics

Honey, you think he's got an attitude So you treat him just a little too rude Buddy, you think she's a little too cold So you act like a two-year old Don't it make you feel low, Joe? Don't it make you feel mean, Jean? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves? Don't it make you feel small y'all? Boy, you say something bad about her brother Girl, you say something mean about his mother Tempers flare and insults fly And you're both just wantin' to die Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk? Don't you feel like a ninny, Ginny? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves? Don't it make you feel small y'all? Now lady, you say you don't live him no more Mister, you kick down the bedroom door She calls you names you never heard before And now it's a full scale war Don't it make you feel crazy, Daisy? Mentally ill, Bill? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves? Don't it make you feel small y'all? Six o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten The neighbors all know that you're at it again And two little kids just a few feet away Hear every word you say Don't it make you feel bad, dad? Don't it make you feel wrong, mom? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves? Don't it make you feel small y'all? Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves? Don't it make you feel small y'all?