Trouble Kid

He is sixteen going on seventeen
He got splinters from raising high the roof beams
Living it, loving it, got to keep speaking it
He don't feel it like we need it
When his grubby face shows we know how the song goes

Trouble Kid, trouble kid, trouble kid
Just look at what he did
Something in the weather says I'm not so clever
Why didn't I figure out that you're eyes weren't telling me what I thought they were
Trouble Kid's not evil, He has got his reasons
But I'm going to squash him flat, like a bug
With my new timberlands