You're a troublemaker, you say
A drunk and a gambler, you say
That's okay, just run right back
You're an evil doer, you say
A manipulator, you say
That's okay, just run right back
Oh, Lord
Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoo-ooh, ooh-ooh
Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise
That keeps shooting off your mouth
Everyone has a story
A story to tell
A story that shan't be buried
Buried deeply well
Oh-oh-oh
Pack your things we'll go to this paradise
That keeps shooting off your mouth
Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise
That keeps shooting off your mouth
Whoah
Pap-parara, pap-parara-rara
Pap-parara, pap-parara-rarara
Whoah, pack your things we'll go to this paradise
That keeps shooting off your mouth
We'll go to this paradise (oh)
We'll go to this paradise
(Oh)