Sick boy, in his faded blue jeans
Sick boy, black leather jacket scene
Sick boy, always in trouble with the law
Don't ya know?
Oh, way oh
Sick boy, he carries a switch blade knife
Sick boy, likes to get into fights
Sick boy, he'll go drinking 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 motor bike
Sick boy, he combs his hair up just right
Sick boy, with tattoos up and down his arms
Don't ya know?
Oh, way oh
Sick boy, he's got a girl wrapped around his arm
Sick boy, with a street like charm
Sick boy, he'll hang out with her all night
Don't ya 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
Sick boy
Such a sick boy
We're all sick boys
I'm a sick boy
Na, na, na, na, na, na
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