Trouble lyrics
by Brent Comer
[DALLAS]
Come on, boys, ready your fists, it's time to do what we do
[ENSEMBLE]
Fight!
[DALLAS]
Do it for Johnny, even the score, it's time to rally the crew
[ENSEMBLE]
Fight!
Those boys want trouble and it's on its way
Those boys want trouble and it's on its way
Fight!
[DARREL, spoken]
Ponyboy, you need to really think about this. You know Mom and Dad wouldn't let you fight, not in a million years. Let me fight for you, Ponyboy, please
[PONYBOY, spoken]
Hey listen up:
Do it for Johnny!
[GREASERS]
For Johnny!
Those boys want trouble and it's on its way
Fight!
Those boys want trouble and it's on its way
Fight!