Sick Boys

Sick boy in his faded blue jeans

Sick boy, black-leather-jacket scene

Sick boy, he's always in trouble with the law, don't you know?

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy, he carry a switchblade knife

Sick boy likes to get into fights

Sick boy, he'll go drinkin' with the boys all night long

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy

Na, na-na-na

Sick boy

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy

Na, na-na-na

Sick boy

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy, he rides a big motorbike

Sick boy, he combs his hair up just right

Sick boy, with tattoos up and down his arms, don't you know?

Oh-way-oh

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, don't you know?

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy

Na, na-na-na

Sick boy

Oh-way-oh

Sick boy

Na, na-na-na

Sick boy

Oh-way-oh-oh

He's a sick boy

Such a sick boy

We're all sick boys

I'm a sick boy

Na, na-na-na-na-na