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The Trouble Boys came in |
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I guess they'd been out fighting and a'raving |
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It wasn't long before they moved in |
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And picked up the girls that we'd brought to |
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It closed at ten o'clock I had to move fast |
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To get my baby back from the Trouble Boys |
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Twenty-five guys from the east side of the city |
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Kings of hell-raising in the neigborhood |
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One of them walked up and started dancing with my baby |
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Who was crying because I didn't stop him |
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All I could say honey was "This guy is bigger than the both of us" |
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Trouble Boys, and the Trouble Boys all around me |
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No one like getting sand kicked in their face |
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But I don't know anyone who'd stand face to face with the Trouble Boys |
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Yes the Trouble Boys |
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I thought to myself it was time to make a move |
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I breathed my last sigh and I started to groove with my babe |
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Who was still dancing with the other guy |
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By the look in her eye I was a martyr |
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'Cause no one cuts in on the Trouble Boys |
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Twenty-five gorillas standing all around |
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I was shaking like a leaf on an Autumn tree |
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The leader came up and took me by the hand |
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He shook it like a brother |
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He didn't crush it after all |
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He said, "You're ok, you're the only one who's stood up to the Trouble Boy |
