Two rum mates on an afternoon They played their football after school Made the choice that they would go around and cause a big fuss But instead took the next bus So what did come to their minds It was trouble that they would find So what did come to their minds It was trouble that they would find It was trouble that they would find
There's so many things they could have done When they were younger Kicking pebbles down cobbled streets soon turns to grief There's so many things they could have done Instead they're causing trouble Many things they could have done to waste the day Lads are lads They're just rum kids as they say Skip school garden trot over fences Hang outside the shops smoke a pack of Benson's (Doing nothing but hanging around) Ask their mums and they'll say their sons are whiz kids If they only knew the truth they'd go ballistic (Doing nothing but hanging around) And if it's fist fights, fist fights They're around And if things don't seem right They're around If your motor is knackered Or if your window get shattered They're around Cos there's nothing but badness when they're around
It was trouble that they would find It was trouble that they would find
Two rum mates on an afternoon They played their football after school Made the choice that they would go around and cause a big fuss But instead took the next bus So what did come to their minds It was trouble that they would find So what did come to their minds It was trouble that they would find It was trouble that they would find