(Lyrics slightly altered by yours truly…)
Oh yes folks we’ve got trouble… (You see this one thinks he’s the boss and he’s not too fond of little people who are so audacious as to completely scorn his will. He’s the boss and he’s not too happy.)
Trouble, oh we got trouble, (You see he feels that he has been working tirelessly at putting all the dirt in one particular spot, a spot from which he feels it ought not be moved.)
Right here in River City! (He looks on incredulously as the young mocker haphazardly kicks dirt out of said particular locale.)
(Trouble) With a capital “T” (kick kick)
That rhymes with “d” (Thank you for this lesson in rhyming.)
And that stands for dirt,
That stands for dirt. (And something is boiling below the surface here.)
Onlookers smell a scuffle in the air…
We’ve surely got trouble! (Onlookers are helpless to help the unhelpable situation.)
Right here in River City, (And it’s no longer under the surface folks…Mercury rising. A fight breaks out. There is civil unrest. Mom cannot figure out who is being worse so the loudest one gets banished to a chair.)
Gotta figger out a way
To keep the young ones from being so pert!
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble…
And then everybody forgot about all the trouble and we went inside…
“Mommy, I have this rock for you.”
Thank you darlin’!
Bruce waits for his little buddy, the straggler, at the top of the stairs.
“Are ya okay little buddy? Do you need any help?”