
Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Song language: English
Wrong Crowd |
And my mother is standing beside me |
As I’m packing my bags in the car |
She says, «Please, boy, no more fighting |
Oh, it’s only gonna do you harm» |
But I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging round |
With the wrong crowd |
I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
(Ohhhh) |
My boy |
And my brother is standing behind me |
As I’m slowly going out my head |
He says, «You know those people don’t like me |
Why’d you wanna be one of them?» |
But I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
I wish I could find somebody |
Ohhh, That my mother would like |
Oooooh, I wish I can find somebody |
That could treat me right |
But I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
Singing, I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
Thinking, I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |
Thinking, I can’t help it, I don’t know how |
I guess I’ll always be hanging 'round |
With the wrong crowd |