Lyrics:

I'm a bored boy born in a rut
Some say my manners ain't the best
Some of my friends have been in a whole lot of 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

Everyday, I work hard
At night I spend a restless time
The rich kids and their lazy money
They 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 digger in the ditch
Man who's to say who's the better man
I'm always doing the best I can
Best I can

You thought I had a dirty mind
All the messed up chicks
Of the changing times
White filth and easy living
Can't come close
To the love that I've given

So tell your mama and your papa
Sometimes good guys don't wear white

They don't wear white