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 yourselves?
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 just wantin` to die.
Don`t you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
Don`t you feel like a ninny, Ginny?
Don`t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
Don`t it make you feel small y`all?
Now lady, you say you don`t live him no more.
Mister, you kick down the bedroom door.
She calls you names you never heard before,
And now its a full scale war.
Don`t it make you feel crazy, Daisy?
Mentally ill, Bill?
Don`t it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
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 yourselves?
Don`t it make you feel small y`all?