You must be crazy or half insane

Look at your eyeballs, street cocaine

You drink that white rum, you hit the roof

What do you expect, one-five-one proof



You drive your mustang down Sunset Strip

And in the back seat, a big black whip

Look at your lipstick, all 'round your face

Everything you do is in bad taste



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Baby I think you're cute

But there's no substitute for love

Honey it's a crying shame

This whole mad town thinks you're insane



You take me dancing but I can't dance

but when I try to, you start to laugh

You shake your hips child like a rattle snake

You make me jealous make no mistake



You went to Woodstock and all that trash

Your generation is fading fast

You wear them hot pants, they're out of style

You like brown sugar, I think it's vile



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One of these nights child, it won't be long

Somebody somewhere who's big and strong

In a dark alley, a blood stained coat

He'll stick his long thing right down your throat



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Lord have mercy

Hey baby, I think you're insane baby

You got no brain, you're insane



Tell me baby, can you play harp

Can you play bass

Can you play guitar

Can you play drum

Then you're insane