They were trouble
Trouble for my babe
Trouble for the police
Trouble for anybody
Who got in their way
Trouble with a capital T.
There were three of them
Trouble hung over them like a cloud But trouble was their business (x4)

They were trouble
Trouble for my babe
Trouble for the police
Trouble for anybody
Who got in their way
As they passed the four young men sitting In the booth the last man, a young Giant with about as much muscle as a heavy lorry,
Tripped over an out-thrust...

They were trouble
Trouble for my babe
Trouble for the police
Trouble for anybody
Who got in their way
It made no difference. The giant's left hand
Shot out and grabbed a fistful of leather jacket. Without effort
He lifted the struggling young punk off His seat, smashed him in the face with