Written by Roger Taylor
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 be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock
They line up like it's some kinda ritual
Ooh 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
Mmm, I like the good things in life
But most of the best things ain't free
Some same situation, just cuts like a knife
When you're young, and you're poor, and you're crazy, crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
But ooh 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
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