[Verse 1]
My new purple shoes, have been amazing the people next door
And my rock 'n roll 45's, have been enraging 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 kind of ritual
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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 out to this place
[Verse 2]
I like the good things in life
But most of the best things isn't free
And this same situation, just cuts like a knife
When you're young, and you're poor, and you're crazy
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