"Sick Boy" 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 you know, oh ay oh

Sick boy, he carries a switchblade and knife
Sick boy, likes to get into fights
Sick boy, he'll go drinking with the boys all night long
oh ay oh

Sick boy, na na na na
Sick boy, oh ay oh
Sick boy, na na na na
Sick boy, oh ay 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 ay 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 ay oh

Sick boy, na na na na
Sick boy, oh ay oh
Sick boy, na na na na
Sick boy, oh ay oh

He's a sick boy
Such a sick boy
We're all sick boys
I'm a sick boy