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
And this same situation, just cuts like a knife
When your young, and you're poor, and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
But 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