In the dirtiest part of the city Down at the docks We live together in backstreets Where there are no cops They call us the troublecrew And we got something to say So if you love your life You better get out of our way
Twenty friends, we will win Fourty fists, never give in
We are troublemakers We are troubleboys We stand like a rock We'll never fade and die
We roam the streets at night We avoid the light Every step of you Is watched by us, so better make no fuss! If another gang break our rules Oh listen to the bell We are going to get those fools And send them to hell