Sick Boys Songtext
von Social Distortion

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 ya know...
Ohwayoh

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
Ohwayoh

Sick boys-nananana
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Sick boys-nananana
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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 ya know...
Ohwayoh

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 ya know...
Ohwayoh
Sick boys-nananana
Sick boys-ohwayoh
Sick boys-nananana
Sick boys-ohwayoh
He′s a sick boy
Such a sick boy
Where are sick boys
I'm a sick boy
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