Remember Good Guys Don't Wear White

These two cream puffs remind of a song by those straight edge kids that went something like:

I'm a poor boy born in a rut,
Some say my manners ain't the best.
Some of my friends, they've been in a whole lot of
trouble,
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.
But those rich kids and all their lazy money,
Can't hold a candle to mine.
So tell your momma 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?
Of those two, I do the best I can.
You thought I had a dirty mind,
All the messed up chicks, all the changing times,
White filth and easy living.
You can't come come close to the love that I've given,
But tell your momma and your papa,
Sometimes good guys don't wear white,
They don't wear white.

And for those of you following along at home, remember, a clear sign of bad manners is wearing white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day. Thanks for etiquette tip, Murse! Now somebody needs to pass the word along to Siegfried and Roy