I`m a poor boy born in the rubble And some say my manners ain`t the best And some of my friends, yeah, they`ve been in real trouble And some say I`m no better than the rest But tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don`t wear white, yeah
Every day baby, I work hard And its true at night, I spend a restless time But those rich kids and all that lazy money
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Can`t hold a candle to mine So tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don`t wear white
Good guys bad guys which is which The white collar worker or the digger in the ditch Hey, and who`s to say who`s the better man When I`ve always done the best I can
How bad was his dirty mind All those messed up chicks of the changin` times White pills and easy livin` Can`t replace the love I`ve given So tell your mama and your papa Sometimes good guys don`t wear white
{spoken} Ha, I mean to tell ya You better tell your mama and your papa somethin` I`ll split off by myself with another chick yeah, Ah just a kick You think those guys in the white collars are better than I am baby Then flake off You don`t dig this long hair, get yourself a crew-cut baby Yeah I mean what I said