Social Distortion Sick Boys Lyrics

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.
Sick-boy, he carries a switch blade knife
Sick-boy, likes to get into fights.
Sick-boy, he'll go drinkin' with the boys all night long.

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.