Well you got the hands of a man 
And the face of a little boy blue-ue 
And when you stand you're so grand 
There's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo 

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 

Watch Out! 
You know the 48 Crash [bad word] 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 [bad word] like a lightning flash, a lightning flash 

And it's a silk sash bash, 
silk sash bash, 
That's the 48 Crash 

You've got the kind of a mind 
Of a juvenile Romeo-o 
And you're so blind you could find 
That your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o 

You're so young, 
You're a hot shot son of a gun 
You're so young, 
But like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and [bad word]