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 yourself? 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 wanting to die Don´t you feel like a jerk, Kirk? Don´t you feel like a ninny, Jenny? And don´t it make you feel ashamed of yourself? Don´t it make you feel small, y´all? Lady, you say you don´t love him no more And 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 a-crazy, Daisy? Mentally ill, Bill? Don´t it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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 yourself? Don´t it make you feel small, y´all? Don´t it make you feel ashamed of yourself? Don´t it make you feel small, y´all? With a pickle in the middle And a mustard on top