Sick Boys Lyrics

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.

[Chorus:]
Sick boys-ohwayoh
Sick boys-nananana
Sick boys

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...

[Chorus]

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