Well you got the hands of a man
And the face of a little boy blue
And when you stand you're so grand
There's a case just for looking at you
You're so young, you could have been the devil's son
You're so young but like a hang up then I'll be sad
When you're old and you're gone
Watch out
You know the forty-eight crash come like a lightning flash
48 crash, 48 crash
And the forty-eight crash is a silk sash bash
48 crash, 48 crash
48 crash, 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the forty-eight crash
You've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile Romeo
And you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go
You're so young, you're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young but like a teenage tear away soon
You'll be torn and you'll run
Watch out
You know the forty-eight crash come like a lightning flash
48 crash, 48 crash
And the forty-eight crash is a silk sash bash
48 crash, 48 crash
48 crash, 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the forty-eight crash
Crash, crash, 48 crash - crash
Crash, crash, 48 crash - crash
Crash, crash, 48 crash - crash
Crash, crash - wooow!
You know the forty-eight crash come like a lightning flash
48 crash, 48 crash
And the forty-eight crash is a silk sash bash
48 crash, 48 crash
48 crash, 48 crash
Come like a lightning flash, a lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
That's the forty-eight crash, 48 crash - 48 crash
Crash, crash - 48 crash, crash, crash, 48 crash ....
Writer(s): Nicholas Barry Chinn, Michael Donald Chapman
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