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-we-oh
Sick boy, he carry a switchblade knife
Sick boy likes to get into fight
Sick boy, he'll go drinkin' with the boys all night long
Oh-we-oh
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh-we-oh
Sick boy, na-na-na-na
Sick boy, oh-we-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 ya know?
Oh-we-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 ya know?
Oh-we-oh
Sick boys, na-na-na-na
Sick boys, oh-we-oh
Sick boys, na-na-na-na
Sick boys, oh-we-oh
He's a sick boy
Such a sick boy
We're all sick boys
I'm a sick boy
La-la-la, la-la-na-na