| In his underwear
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| Playin' in that dirty air
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| And his daddy’s in the Chino jail
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| He’ll grow up to be dumb as dirt by 23
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| With the county sheriff on his trail
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| 714 who’s that knockin' on my door?
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| 909 everybody hide
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| I seen him over by the keg
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| Dancin' on his broken leg
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| Blisters risin' on his sunburned hide
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| Later on tonight
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| He’s startin' up a fight
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| 'Til those billy clubs commence to wail
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| 714 who’s that knockin' on my door?
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| 909 somebody kill those lights
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| Take it home
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| In his rusty old Trans-Am
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| One-hitter in his hand
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| He’s crankin' up that Back in Black
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| There’s his mother’s on the stairs
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| She offers up a prayer for those brain cells that ain’t comin' back
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| Well it’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| It’s the San Bernardino Boy
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| The San Bernardino Boy |