Louts, louts
Hooning about
Revving hot cars and then peeling out
Whine on
Can't talk sense to you
Whine on

Pout, pout
Not going out!
Thugs as your friends you can do without
Don't yawn
You're locked in your room
Till dawn

These violent types
I know they hang out at the mall
Sniff crack and fight
They're busy rappin' - 'nought' they know
With one track minds
They really ain't no altar boys
Piss 'way their lives
You are-n't gonna date these boys
(They are-n't gonna touch your toys)

Louts, louts
Sure no Boy Scouts
Grease, police stings, they're all knockabouts
Hell-spawns
I'm locking your room
They're prawns

Depravedness rife
Society's where they rebel
Word of advice
They riot on the Richter Scale
(Testosterone infected males!)

Louts, louts
Binge drinking bouts
In public places they scream and shout
Scum cons
They're mocking and lewd
Scum cons

Louts, louts
Conquests they flout
They're on a path to be prison housed
All brawn
Got rocks in head too
All brawn

(sounds of teen and parent in a screaming match, with background noise of rap, cursing, fighting and gunfire)

Pout, pout
Moping about
Starting this night you're on dating drought
Don't moan...
You're locked in your room
No phone

For them you stole mom's credit cards
Attend school - you declined
You even let them drive your car
(They wrecked it and they left it scarred)

Louts, louts
I'm in no doubt
I've seen them slinking around our house
They're loons
I'm locking your room
'Til June

(repeat and fade)