Hey you Buck - I beg your pardon Sir - Now that's better!
I'm the kind of guy who's never out to make a fight
But no matter what I do my life just won't go right
When I'm walking down the street I spot a likely dame
She'll turn up to be a bloke which isn't quite the same
I got a nose for trouble,
Double trouble is my name
Always me who gets the blame
Double trouble is my name
Driving down the highway I was making quite a pace
Saw this guy behind who seemed just boiling for a race
Swung the needle of the top but he kept on my tail
Thought I was a winner till I heard his siren wail
I got a nose for trouble,
winner
which
trouble
thought
russia
double
never
clear
doctors
driving
always
certain
highway
could
three
discotheque
across
bloke
manager
behind
swung
beside
again
boiling
heard
blame
walking
first
gonna
began
matter
asked
cigar
needle
fight
likely
better
making
pardon
pushing
dancing
break
seemed
quite
right
siren
there
shoot
something
things
slack
street
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