i’m a poor boy born in a 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 it’s true at night i spend the 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
abad words and dirty minds
all those messedup 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
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 it’s 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 crewcut baby
yeah i mean what i say
Artist: The Standells
Year: 1966
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 129