Social Distortion - Sick Boy Lyrics
Sick Boy, In his faded blue jeansSick boy Black leather jacket sceneSick Boy, he's always in trouble with the lawdon't you know...ooh aaaa oooohSick Boy, he carried a switchblade knifeSick Boy, likes to get into fightsSick Boy, He'll go drinkin with the boysall night long, ooh aa ooooooohSick Boy, nah nah nah nahSick Boy, ooh aa ooohSick Boy, Nah nah nah nahSick Boy, OOOh aaa ooooohSick Boy, He rides a big motorbikeSick Boy, he combs his hair up just rightSick Boy, With tattoos up and down his armsdon't you know, ooh aaa ooohSick Boy, He's got a girl wrapped around his armSick Boy, With his street-like charmSick Boy, He'll make love to her all nightDon't you know, ooh aaa ooooohSick Boy, nah nah nah nahSick Boy, ooh aa ooohSick Boy, Nah nah nah nahSick Boy, OOOh aaa oooooh