Rock It for Me - Caravan Palace

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

«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

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