Oh, the black sheep boy, he's a son of mine,
And I love him for his wicked grin and the mischief in his eyes,
He would not harm a soul, no, he would not hurt a fly,
It's just beyond his control to walk a straight line,

He's a black sheep boy,
He's a black sheep boy, yeah.

Oh, the black sheep boy strikes again,
A delight to all the ladies and trouble for the men,
He's bound to break some hearts, kiss the girls and make them cry,
Just hope one of those hearts doesn't turn out to be mine.

Oh, the black sheep boy,
Oh, the black sheep boy, yeah.

I can see the hurt that he tries to hide,
Even when he laughs out loud, he blames himself inside,
Can't stop his hands or make his feet be still,
Tells himself he won't, but he knows he always will'

Be the black sheep boy,
The black sheep boy, yeah.

Skipping out my door is the black sheep boy,
Whichever way he runs, he's gonna make a lot of noise,
And I'm startled by the silence the minute that he's gone,
I pray for his protection and leave the porch light on'

For my black sheep boy,
For my black sheep boy, yeah,
Oh, the black sheep boy,
Curly-headed black sheep boy.

Oh, the black sheep boy,
Curly-headed black sheep boy,
Oh.