The rowdy young boys
Hitting the road with their bikes
Jammed up the sound
Days and nights
Jammed with a boy
A single parent working in the city
Leaving the boy with his rowdy friends
Maybe all have quit school for good
The bikes revving up
Even in the middle of the night
Talking loudly as if they lived alone
In the neighbourhood
The screaming voices
The rowdy young boys behave
A throw back to those guys
Living in the early 70s
They play the head banging music
Flowing loudly in the morning
These are the rowdy young boys
The memories never change
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