| 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 |