Big Trouble
words and music by Tim Noah and Nick Manson © 1995

Talk about trouble, big trouble
Let me tell you ‘bout trouble, big trouble
One day trouble came lookin’ for me
It was a kid they called B.T.
Out on the schoolyard waitin’ for me
Big trouble
Oh-whoa-oh, uh-oh, big trouble

Well he flexed his biceps, big trouble
(Uh-oh, big trouble)
I took a few back steps, seeing double
(Uh-oh, big trouble)
I tried to keep calm, I had to stay cool
He said, “I’m gonna make mincemeat out o’ you”
Then I saw these initials on his tattoo
B.T.! (Uh-oh, big trouble)
Oh-whoa-oh, uh-oh, big trouble

(Oooo wop, wop)
I tried to talk it over
(Wop, wop wah-wah-wah-wah-wah wop wop)
He laughed in my face
(Ooo-ooo-oo waaah) 

Well, he took a swing at me

Big trouble (Uh-oh, big trouble)
Then I guess I went crazy,
Big trouble (Uh-oh, big trouble)
I danced like a maniac, a whole lot o’ jazz
A little razzle-dazzle and a razz-a-ma-tazz
I kept on dancin’ til he ran out o’ gas,
Big trouble (Uh-oh, big trouble)
Oh-whoa-oh, uh-oh, big trouble
Oh-whoa-oh, uh-oh, big trouble
Oh-whoa-oh, uh-oh…

No Trouble!

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