Troublemaker

You're a troublemaker, you say A drunk and a gambler, you say That's okay, just run right back You're an evil doer, you say A manipulator, you say That's okay, just run right back Oh, Lord Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise That keeps shooting off your mouth Everyone has a story A story to tell A story that shan't be buried Buried deeply well Oh-oh-oh Pack your things we'll go to this paradise That keeps shooting off your mouth Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise That keeps shooting off your mouth Whoah Pap-parara, pap-parara-rara Pap-parara, pap-parara-rarara Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise That keeps shooting off your mouth We'll go to this paradise (oh) We'll go to this paradise (Oh)