Текст песни Good Guys

I'm a poor boy born in the rubble
Some say my manners aint the best
and some of my friends are in a little bit of trouble
And some say i'm no better than the rest

But tell your momma and your papa
Sometimes , good guys dont wear white

Everyday 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 momma and your papa
Sometimes good guys dont wear white

Good guys, bad guys
Which is which?
The white collar worker
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and who's to say who's the better man?
when I've always done the best I can

The bad with the dirty mind
ah those messed up chicks
of the changing times
White Girls, and easy livin
Can't replace the love that I've given

So tell your momma and your papa
Sometimes good guys dont wear white

I mean to tell ya, you better tell your momma & your poppa somethin'
I'll split off by myself and find myself another chick yeah, just a kiddin'
You think those guys in white collars are better than I am baby
then flake off

Don't dig this hair , get yourself a crewcut baby

I mean what I said [ fade out ]