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