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
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
