The rowdy young boys
They don't sleep in the night
They will laugh and shout
Sometimes with curses loud
In the wee hour of the morning
They will rev up their motorbikes
Disturbing the neighbours
Until one day police will arrive
Now they have their freedom
Hanging out without parents supervision
Look like they quit school
Measuring the road without a care
The rowdy young boys
The future may look not bright
Mixing with the wrong crowd
Unless they turn around in life
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