Those boys are always up to something
And it's bringing me to tears
Cause just before you get home
It always just magically disappears

Those boys are evil
But before you get home
they somehow always clean up the mess

Testify, Candace, testify!

Those boys are evil
Let me spell it out for you mom
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S

They built a roller coaster
And a beach in the backyard
Drove cattle through the city
And messed up the boulevard
They took me back in time
When we went to that museum
They built fifty foot tree-house robots
But still you didn't see 'em

Those boys are evil
Their crazy shenanigans cause me all kinds of distress
Those boys are evil
Sing it with me
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S

I know you think they're saints
But Mom, I'm here to tell
Those B-O-Y-S, they're just E-V-I-L
Those boys are evil!
They're making me feel like my head's in a hydraulic press!
And that don't feel too good!

Those boys are evil!
Everybody!
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
That's what I'm talking about!
E-V-I-L B-O-Y-S!
That's right those boys are
Evil little boys!