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