Lyrics:

We're replacing the groom
With a Mexican head honcho

Troubled friends
Troubled friend

Kumbija

What do you do and what if it's true
When your friend confesses to you
he's a serial killer

What do you do and what if it's true
When your good friend confesses to you
That he has become a car dealer

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops?
Take them to the belly dance
{unsure}... all their trouble, oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all...

Troubled friends
Troubled friends

Before the challenge gets too advanced
Before the strike of total {unsure}
How do we keep away the friends from horrible things
And I myself have plenty of friends who are in kind of a strange bands
But what can I ever really tell them

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops?
Take them to the belly dance
Do with all their troubles, oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all...

Troubled friends
Troubled friends

Kumbija

What do you do, and what if it's true
When a friend confesses to you
He never read Gogol

But there's a million of helping hands
Reaching out to our troubled friends
In this eternal harmony of trouble

What do you do, do you do
With all your troubled friends
Hide them from the cops?
Take them to the belly dance
Do with all their troubled... oh so troubled heads
What do you do, do you do
With all...

Troubled friends
Troubled friends