My new purple shoes, bin amazing the people next door
And my rock'n'roll 45's, bin enraging the folks on the lower floor

I got a way with the girls on my block
Try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to Smokies and rock
They line up like it's some kinda ritual

Give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or, just find 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
So 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 find me an open car, I'll make the speed of light outta this place.