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. 
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.