Sick Boys

Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeans

Sick-boy, black leather jacket seams

Sick-boy, he's always in trouble

With 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.



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Sick-boy, rides a big motorbike,

Sick-boy, combs his hair up just right.

Sick-boy, with tattoos up and

Down 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 her

All night long, don't ya know...



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