Well, ya got trouble, my friend, here, I say, trouble here in River City. Why sure I'm a player, Certainly mighty I say I'm always mighty to say it. I consider that the I spend With a cue in my are golden. you cultivate horse sense And a cool head and a eye. Did ya take and try to give An leave to yourself From a three-rail billiard But as I say, It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to In a line game, I say that any kin take And a ball in a pocket. And they that sloth. The big step on the road To the depths of I say, first, wine from a teaspoon, Then beer a bottle. An' the next ya know, son is playin' for money In a suit. And list'nin to some big out-a-town Hearin' him about horse-race gamblin'. Not a trottin' race, no! But a race they set down right on the horse! Like to see stuck-up jockey'boy Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make blood boil? Well, I say. Friends, let me tell you I mean. You got one, two, three, four, five, six in a table. Pockets mark the diff'rence Between a and a bum, With a "B," And that rhymes "P" and that stands for pool! And all week long River City be frittern away, I say young men'll be frittern! away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too! Get the in the pocket, Never mind gittin' Dandelions Or the door patched or the beefsteak pounded. Never pumpin' any water 'Til your are caught with the Cistern empty On a night and that's trouble, Oh, yes we got lots and a' trouble. I'm of the kids in the knickerbockers, young ones, peekin' in the pool Hall after school, ya got trouble, folks! Right in River City. with a capital "T" And rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! Now, I all you folks are the right kinda parents. I'm be perfectly frank. Would ya like to know what conversation goes On while they're loafin' that Hall? They're tryin' out Bevo, out cubebs, Tryin' out Tailor Mades Cigarette Fiends! And braggin' all How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale with Sen-Sen. One fine night, they leave the hall, for the dance at the Arm'ry! Libertine men and women! And Rag-time, shameless grab your son and your daughter With the of a jungle animal instinct! Mass-steria! Friends, the idle is the devil's playground!
Trouble, oh we got trouble, Right in River City! a capital "T" That with "P" And that for Pool, That for pool. surely got trouble! Right here in City, here! Gotta out a way To keep the young moral after school! Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...
Mothers of City! Heed that before it's too late! for the tell-tale sign of corruption! The your son leaves the house, Does he rebuckle his below the knee? Is there a nicotine stain on his index A novel hidden in the corn crib? Is he starting to memorize from Capt. Billy's Whiz Are certain words into his conversation? like, like 'swell?" And 'so's old man?" Well, if so my friends, Ya got trouble, Right in River city! a capital "T" And that rhymes "P" And stands for Pool. surely got trouble! Right here in City! Remember the Maine, Rock and the Golden Rule! Oh, got trouble. in terrible, terrible trouble. That game the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool! Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble! With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it "P"! And stands for Pool!!!