All the "bad boys" want some brawl, it's tricky And girls enjoy, they feel so lucky Laughing at weeds running out the door, Calling their mom when they lick the floor (Look how) Those funky monkeys talk and walk in store They're lost, sad and brawny like an apple core Who can believe that there will be some gore With those wimps like I said before It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. "Bad boys" are not so picky They ride away and feel so happy To fight for girls they do adore Snorting like boars rolling on the floor With their leather jacket and their rocky voice They hit, fight, kick, wreak havoc and rejoice Nobody knows what they are looking for A kind of battle axe or maybe more It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. When a bad boy tramp sounds, its' freaky Cause you're afraid, remember he's lanky Don't rate him even he gets sore Cross the river and roam the shore It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy. It ain't right, babe, no It ain't right, no no Mama, don't do that you know It ain't right, yeah, boy boy.
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