Chaos Bros.
No need for you to cross over when you see us walking down the street.
We're just looking for a good time with everyone we meet.
If you like some "how's your father", if you like a bit of fun,
no need to look no further 'cause we`re the number one.
Join us now, it'll be alright, every day for us is like a Saturday night.
We are the Chaos Brothers and we'd like you all to join our gang.
It doesn't matter if your black or white, no rules - no masterplan.
But if you like some "how's your father", if you like a bit of fun,
we'd like to spread the word around that anyone can come.
Join us now, it'll be alright, every day for us is like a Saturday night.
We don't care where you're coming from,
it doesn't matter what you do.
This is the scene where you belong,
the rest is up to you.
We don't care where you're coming from,
it doesn't matter what you do.
This is the scene where you belong,
and we belong to you - we are the Chaos Brothers.
It's an open invitation for you to join our little crew.
You can be small, tall, fat or thin, this still applies to you.
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, beggarman or thief,
tax inspector, teacher or policeman on the beat,
join us now, it'll be alright, every day for us is like a Saturday night.
We don't care where you're coming from,
it doesn't matter what you do.
This is the scene where you belong,
the rest is up to you.
We don't care where you're coming from,
it doesn't matter what you do.
This is the scene where you belong,
and we belong to you - we are the Chaos Brothers.
Leave your troubles all behind you,
'cause we don't like trouble, dear.
And please let us remind you:
you know, you're always welcome here.
We don't care where you're coming from,
it doesn't matter what you do.
This is the scene where you belong,
the rest is up to you - we are the Chaos Brothers.
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