48 Crash

Well you got the hands of a man
And the face of a little boy blue-ue
And when you stand you're so grand
There's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo

You're so young,
You could have been the devil's son
You're so young,
But like a hang up I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone

Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash [bad word] like a lightning flash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)

And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash [bad word] like a lightning flash, a lightning flash

And it's a silk sash bash,
silk sash bash,
That's the 48 Crash

You've got the kind of a mind
Of a juvenile Romeo-o
And you're so blind you could find
That your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o

You're so young,
You're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young,
But like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and [bad word]