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 a bad words and dirty minds 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 ha i mean to tell ya you better tell your mama and your papa somethin i ll split off by myself another chick yeah ah it s just a kiss 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 i don t need nobody baby i make my own fun1