My new purple shoes, bin' amazin' the people next door And my rock 'n roll 45's, bin' enragin' the folks on the lower floor
I got a way with girls on my block Try my best be a real individual And when we go down to smokies and rock They line up like it's some kinda ritual
Oh give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace Or, just give me an open car, I'll make the speed of light outta 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 you're young, and you're poor, and you're crazy
But oh, give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace Or, just give me an open car, I'll make the speed of light outta this place
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