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Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize-make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new
it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
You doin' A-L-O-N-E
misery times two

Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well I was born down in
M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love
M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)

Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
Well
trouble
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)

Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin'
double trouble)
I said, "Double trouble"
T are O you be L E
(Double trouble)

Well I was born down in the gutter with a temper as hot as fire
Spent
trouble
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)

Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin'
double trouble)
I said, "Double trouble"
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
(Double trouble)

Well I was born down in the gutter with a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety
M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love
M-a-r-y-h-o-w-c-o-u-l-d-y-o-u-b-e-s-o-c-r-u-e-l-t-o-m-e-m-y love
L-double O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
Told me not
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Mr. Biggs)
Pow-wow (pow-wow)
G-L-O-B-E (G-L-O-B-E)
The soul sonic force

Gotta rock this and pop it, 'cause it's the century
Jimmy lives his life for charity
Jimmy's got no wife just an O.B.E.
Everybody depends on Jimmy
Jimmy's getting a little cheesed off
Jimmy reckons
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Mr. Biggs)
Pow-wow (pow-wow)
G-L-O-B-E (G-L-O-B-E)
The soul sonic force

Gotta rock this and pop it, 'cause it's the century
You went all the way, you're in T.R.O.U.B.L.E.
'Cause I'm gonna tell Mama
You got something to say you'd better say it now or hold your peace
(rock it don't stop it)
Say, “ichi, ni, san, shi” (ichi, ni, san, shi)
Say, “wild style” (wild style)
Say, “G-O B-E-P” (G-O B-E-P)
Say, “Black”
a man on the dance floor 
Like Afrika Bambattaa and the Soulsonic Force 
We're talking about Mr.B, Pow Wow, G-L-O-B-E 
Was a renegade, yes, a renegade
to the beat ya'll 

It's the o b e 
The o the n e 
Yes the man that you think of 
And when I step inside the place to be 
All the ladies fall in love
misery times two 

[Chorus]
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me 
(Double trouble) 
I said, double trouble 
T-R-O-U-B-L-E 

Well I
D-O-be	-E ready to get you high
Potent like endo, or maybe chocolate thai
You say you want the best, well I'm a bring the best
Just hit the fucking dank
a man on the dance floor 
Like Afrika Bambattaa and the Soulsonic Force 
We're talking about Mr.B, Pow Wow, G-L-O-B-E 
Was a renegade, yes, a renegade
Smash the set, fuck what's next cause this reruns been one for a while
B-O-R-E-D got two fingers up your ass like it's going outta style

What's
Mr. Biggs! (Looking for the perfect beat) 
Now Pow Wow (Looking for the perfect beat) 
The G.L.O.B.E. (Now found the perfect beat) 

People
rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic
my name is b o c e p h u s, oh, yeah