The Music Man movie - Ya Got Trouble lyrics
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Harold:<br>
Well, either you're closing your eyes <br>
To a situation you do now wish to acknowledge<br>
Or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated<br>
By the presence of a pool table in your community.<br>
Ya got trouble, my friend, right here, <br>
I say, trouble right here in River City. <br>
Why sure I'm a billiard player,<br>
Certainly mighty proud I say <br>
I'm always mighty proud to say it. <br>
I consider that the hours I spend <br>
With a cue in my hand are golden. <br>
Help you cultivate horse sense<br>
And a cool head and a keen eye. <br>
Never take and try to give<br>
An iron-clad leave to yourself <br>
From a three-reail billiard shot?<br>
But just as I say, <br>
It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score<br>
In a balkline game, <br>
I say that any boob kin take<br>
And shove a ball in a pocket. <br>
And they call that sloth. <br>
The first big step on the road<br>
To the depths of deg-ra-Day--<br>
I say, first, medicinal wine from a teaspoon,<br>
Then beer from a bottle. <br>
An' the next thing ya know, <br>
Your son is playin' for money<br>
In a pinch-back suit. <br>
And list'nin to some big out-a-town Jasper<br>
Hearin' him tell about horse-race gamblin'. <br>
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no!<br>
But a race where they set down right on the horse! <br>
Like to see some stuck-up jockey'boy <br>
Sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil? <br>
Well, I should say. <br>
Friends, lemme tell you what I mean.<br>
Ya got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table. <br>
Pockets that mark the diff'rence<br>
Between a gentlemen and a bum, <br>
With a capital "B," <br>
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool! <br>
And all week long your River City<br>
Youth'll be frittern away, <br>
I say your young men'll be frittern!<br>
Frittern away their noontime, suppertime, choretime too!<br>
Get the ball in the pocket,<br>
Never mind gittin' Dandelions pulled<br>
Or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded.<br>
Never mind pumpin' any water <br>
'Til your parents are caught with the Cistern empty<br>
On a Saturday night and that's trouble,<br>
Oh, yes we got lots and lots a' trouble.<br>
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers, <br>
Shirt-tail young ones, peekin' in the pool <br>
Hall window after school, look, folks! <br>
Right here in River City. <br>
Trouble with a capital "T"<br>
And that rhymes with "P" and that stands for pool!<br>
Now, I know all you folks are the right kinda parents. <br>
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.<br>
Would ya like to know what kinda conversation goes<br>
On while they're loafin' around that Hall? <br>
They're tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out cubebs,<br>
Tryin' out Tailor Mades like Cigarette Feends!<br>
And braggin' all about<br>
How they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen.<br>
One fine night, they leave the pool hall,<br>
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry!<br>
Libertine men and Scarlet women! <br>
And Rag-time, shameless music<br>
That'll grab your son and your daughter<br>
With the arms of a jungle animal instink!<br>
Mass-staria!<br>
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground!<br>
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People:<br>
Trouble, oh we got trouble, <br>
Right here in River City! <br>
With a capital "T" <br>
That rhymes with "P"<br>
And that stands for Pool,<br>
That stands for pool.<br>
We've surely got trouble!<br>
Right here in River City, <br>
Right here!<br>
Gotta figger out a way<br>
To keep the young ones moral after school!<br>
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...<br>
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Harold:<br>
Mothers of River City!<br>
Heed the warning before it's too late!<br>
Watch for the tell-tale sign of corruption!<br>
The moment your son leaves the house,<br>
Does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee? <br>
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?<br>
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?<br>
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Capt.<br>
Billy's Whiz Bang?<br>
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?<br>
Words like 'swell?"<br>
And 'so's your old man?" <br>
Well, if so my friends,<br>
Ya got trouble,<br>
Right here in River city!<br>
With a capital "T"<br>
And that rhymes with "P"<br>
And that stands for Pool.<br>
We've surely got trouble!<br>
Right here in River City!<br>
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule!<br>
Oh, we've got trouble. <br>
We're in terrible, terrible trouble. <br>
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is a devil's tool! <br>
Oh yes we got trouble, trouble, trouble!<br>
With a "T"! Gotta rhyme it with "P"! <br>
And that stands for Pool!!!<br>
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