If anyone wants the rest of the verses, I think I remember them; my dad wrote the song. :o)

They call us the tough guys,
we're all of us rough guys,
we're part of the gang on the street.
And when to delight us
some gang comes to fight us
we don't call the cop on the beat.
We each one of us takes our place-
and tells them right there to their face:

G'wan home... sheesh- how do I remember this- I'm 77 LOL Tring to remember the verse about the kid's father drunk in a bar and the Irish bartender telling the boy to go on home with his Irish brogue...

"Go on, get along home now, after all don't you know your mom's been a'callin'...

chrisericksen9@gmail.com - you can contact me- I check it a few times weekly.

You all must be older than I! LOL