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.    [Chorus:]  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...    [Chorus]