Now the story goes
That the west side boys
Don't like nobody else
They just mill around
Theyre west side of town
Making a name for themselves
They run around, screwin around
Like a bunch of rowdy guys
Runing around, screwing around
That's the west side boys

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Beat you down and slit your throat
That's what they enjoy
Dressed up in their overcoats
That's the west side boys

Sometimes at night
They go into a bar
And then they start a fight
Theyre the toughest guys
On this side of town
But they really aint too bright
They rumble around
Till the cops come down
Like a bunch of rowdy guys
Rumble around till the cops come down
That's the west side boys

Chorus

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