48 Crash Songtext

von The Bates

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 hangup I'll be sad
When you're old and you're gone

WACTH OUT
You know the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash
48 Crash, 48 Crash
And the 48 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 48 Crash

(Instrumental)

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 teenage tearaway soon
You'll be torn and you'll run

WATCH OUT
You the 48 Crash come like a lightning flash
48 Crash, 48 Crash
And the 48 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 48 Crash

(Instrumental)

CRASH, CRASH
48 Crash
CRASH, CRASH
48 Crash
CRASH, CRASH
48 Crash

CRASH, CRASH