The Toasters - Mr. Trouble lyrics

Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail? Who dat? They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail! Mr. Trouble dem outta jail? They say my man's out on bail They gottem out on bail?! Mr. Trouble! Oh my god Mr. Trouble! Trouble is, his middle name Kicking buckets, that's his game You can't stop him, he's quite insane Al Capone, Mr. Trouble! So out he comes, and down you go Thirty coffins in a row Get out a town, and don't be slow Baby Doc, Mr. Trouble! He's figures big in scary tales Walks on water, sleeps on nails Shoots to k** and never fails Scarface, Mr. Trouble! He's nine feet tall, and six feet wide Fists like mallets, by his side You can run, but you can't hide Hurley nem? Mr. Trouble! d**h and murder is his plan He'll wipe you out To the last man You better get out while you can Baby Face, Mr. Trouble! He's got a .45 a .38 Brace knunkles knives and a razor blade He likes his job, he doesn't get paid Joe Rivi! Mr. Trouble! If you don't like knuckles in your face Get out of town, no time to waste You'll disappear without a trace Take care, Mr. Trouble! So when you hear the sirens wail Mr. Trouble he's on your tail Some crack let him out on bail! Judge Dread, Mr. Trouble! Mr. Trouble!