Hooligan, don't like the name,
hooligan, would be a shame,
hooligan, your doings will fail.
Hooligan, come back to work,
hooligans, you shouldn't lurk,
hooligan, you will go to jail.
You crawl every street at night,
looking for loot or fight,
you know that thing is not right,
you dog gone hooligan...
Beliving that you are bad,
you make everybody sad,
but you are a silly lad,
you dog gone hooligan...
Hooligan stay in your bed,
hooligan, one onze a let,
hooligan we'll make your skin quill.
Count Lasher with Lyn Taitt and the Baba Brooks Band еще тексты
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