When I was seventeen Your mama was so proud You liked to play Rock music loud Yeh it was just the scene Doin what we weren't allowed Cos you liked to be With the wrong type of crowd Out on the town looking for trouble Breaking bad, back on the hustle Chorus Don't remember what you look like Not even your name I was tripping along While you didn't care You were out of luck I was already there Those summers playing pool In the afternoon Hanging out in pubs And skipping school But you were quite naive Your feet weren't on the ground Couldn't quite believe What was going around Out on the town looking for trouble Breaking bad, back on the hustle Chorus