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
I'll be sad when you're old and you're gone.
You know the 48 crash come like a lightning flash
And the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
Come like a lightnin' flash, a lightnin' flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
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 hotshot son of a gun.
You're so young but like a teenage tear-away
Soon you'll be torn and you'll run
You know the 48 crash come like a lightning flash
And the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
Come like a lightnin' flash, a lightnin' flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash
Crash, crash, 48 crash (crash)
Crash, crash, 48 crash (crash)
Crash, crash, 48 crash (crash)
You know the 48 crash come like a lightning flash
And the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
Come like a lightnin' flash, a lightnin' flash
And it's a silk sash bash, a silk sash bash