Social Distortion - Sick Boys Lyrics
Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeansSick-boy, black leather jacket seamsSick-boy, he's always in troubleWith the law don't ya know...Sick-boy, he carries a switchblade knife,Sick-boy, likes to get into fights.Sick-boy, he'll go drinkin'With the boys all night long.CHORUSSick boys-ohwayohSick boys-nanananaSick boysSick-boy, rides a big motorbike,Sick-boy, combs his hair up just right.Sick-boy, with tattoos up andDown his arms, don't ya know...Sick-boy, he's got a girl wrapped around his arm,Sick-boy, with his street-like charm.Sick-boy, he'll make love to herAll night long, don't ya know...CHORUS