You must be crazy or half insane
00:20
Look at your eyeballs, street cocaine
00:24
You drink that white rum, you hit the roof
00:29
What do you expect, 151 proof, shit
00:34
00:42
You drive your mustang down Sunset Strip
00:49
And in the back seat, a big black whip
00:54
Look at your lipstick, all 'round your face
00:58
Everything you do is in bad taste
01:03
Baby, I think you're cute
01:09
But there's no substitute for love
01:11
Honey, it's a crying shame
01:17
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
01:21
You take me dancing but I can't dance
01:38
But when I try to, you start to laugh
01:43
You shake your hips, child, like a rattle snake
01:48
You make me jealous, make no mistake
01:52
You went to Woodstock and all that trash
02:02
Your generation is fading fast
02:07
You wear them hot pants, they're out of style
02:12
You like brown sugar, I think it's vile
02:17
Honey, I think you're cute
02:22
But there's no substitute for love
02:24
Baby, it's a crying shame
02:31
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
02:34
One of these nights, child, it won't be long
02:41
Somebody somewhere who's big and strong
02:46
In a dark alley, a blood stained coat
02:51
He'll stick his long foot right down your throat
02:56
Honey, I think you're cute
03:01
But there's no substitute for love
03:03
Baby, it's a crying shame
03:10
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
03:13
You got no brain, you're insane
03:34
Lyrics & Translation
[English]
You must be crazy or half insane
Look at your eyeballs, street cocaine
You drink that white rum, you hit the roof
What do you expect, 151 proof, shit
...
You drive your mustang down Sunset Strip
And in the back seat, a big black whip
Look at your lipstick, all 'round your face
Everything you do is in bad taste
Baby, I think you're cute
But there's no substitute for love
Honey, it's a crying shame
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
You take me dancing but I can't dance
But when I try to, you start to laugh
You shake your hips, child, like a rattle snake
You make me jealous, make no mistake
You went to Woodstock and all that trash
Your generation is fading fast
You wear them hot pants, they're out of style
You like brown sugar, I think it's vile
Honey, I think you're cute
But there's no substitute for love
Baby, it's a crying shame
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
One of these nights, child, it won't be long
Somebody somewhere who's big and strong
In a dark alley, a blood stained coat
He'll stick his long foot right down your throat
Honey, I think you're cute
But there's no substitute for love
Baby, it's a crying shame
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
You got no brain, you're insane
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