"The Lovely Lads"

I've formed a street gang with a bunch of ten-year-olds in my neighborhood called The Lovely Lads. We're a bunch of true roughknecks, delinquents. We rule these suburban streets. On Saturday nights, we also dress in maroon velvet suits and sing barbershop quartet music on the sidewalk.

There's one funny-looking old man that we make good sport of; one time, we beat him down for kicks. Nothing lovely about that. Keep it up, old man. See where that goes.