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/
Chorus
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/
Verse 2
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/