Honey, you think you've got an attitude
So you treat him just a little to loose
Well, buddy you think she's a little to cold
So you act like a two year old.

Don't it make you feel low, Joe
Don't it make you feel mean. Gene
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
And girl you say something mean about his mother
And tempers flare and insults fly
And you're both a-wantin' to die.

Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk
Don't you feel like a ninny, Jim
Don't it make you 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 kicked down the bedroom door
He called you names you never heard before
And now it's a full scale war.

Don't it make you feel a-crazy, baby
Don't it make you feel mentally ill, Phil
Don't it make you 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 ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small y'all.

Don't it make you ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small, y'all

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Writer(s): Bobby Braddock