Lyrics:

This is a song I wrote about myself
But lookin' at some of y'all, I mighta wrote it about you too
I was so ugly, the doctor slapped my momma when I was born
Then he took out his pocket knife and cut off my horn
He said, 'Lady, if you ain't already picked out a name
Go ahead on and call him Trouble Man'
He's gonna be wild
I'm giving you warning
He's gotta have room
Keep an eye on him
I grew up with long and lean and hungry looks
Learned you can't go nowhere when you go by the book
People all around me earthbound, I learned how to fly (yeah)
Upside, downside, outside, sailing on by
Out of my reach
Out of my hands
Out of control
Trouble Man
Yeah

I've been so far in all directions as you can get
I ain't never had enough of anything yet
I had women that tore me apart without any reason
I say, 'Baby, I don't get mad, I just get even'
I don't explain
If you don't understand
I'm my own man
Trouble Man
Trouble man

Thank you