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 it's 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?

Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourselves?
Don't it make you feel small y'all?