Don't Go Trampling on My Bed of Roses

Don't go trampling on my bed of roses
Don't go bringing trouble to my door
Your welcome is outstayed
It's time to promenade
I don't want you round here any more

Don't go stamping on my hands and toeses
Don't go messing with my state of mind
You are out the door, it's the final straw
The pleasure of your company is declined

Every time you open up your big mouth
Someone seems to wind up in the soup
You're gonna have to go, you're not safe to know
I'm sick and tired of jumping through your hoops

Don't go dumping all your cares and woeses
Don't go spreading all that doom and gloom
You are on the bus, that's the end of us
Why do you go bursting my balloon

Every time you open up your big mouth
Someone seems to wind up in the soup
You're gonna have to go, you're not safe to know
I'm sick and tired of jumping through your hoops

Don't go trampling on my bed of roses
Don't go bringing trouble to my door
Your welcome is outstayed
It's time to promenade
I don't want you round here
I don't want you round here
I don't want you round here any more



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Gibson
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