48 CRASH

Well, you got the hands of a man
And the face of a little boy blue
And when you stand, it's so grand
It's a game just lookin' at you

You're so young
You've got a baby two-month son
You're so young
That I could hang up every sign that you hold
And you got
Watch out!

The 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash
48 crash, 48 crash
Now the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
48 crash, 48 crash
48 crash, 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's a 48 crash

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

You're so young
You're a hot-shot son of a gun
You're so young
More like a teenage juve and soon
You latch on and you're gone

The 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash
48 crash, 48 crash
Now the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
48 crash, 48 crash
48 crash, 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's a 48 crash