Sick-boy, in his faded blue jeans
  Sick-boy, black leather jacket seams
  Sick-boy, he's always in trouble
  With the law don't ya know...
    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.
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  Sick boys-ohwayoh
  Sick boys-nananana
  Sick boys
    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...
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