My new purple shoes, bin amazing the people next door
And my rock'n'roll forty fives, bin enraging the folks on the lower floor

I got a way with the girls on my block, try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock, they line up like it's some kind of ritual

Oh give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car, I'll make the speed of light out of this place

I like the good things in life, but most of the best things ain't free
It's the same situation just cuts like a knife
When you're young and you're poor and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy... Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace, or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light out of this place

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