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My new purple shoes
Been amazin' the people next door
And my rock 'n' roll forty-fives
Been enragin' the folks on the lower floor
I got a way with the girls on my block
Try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock
They line up like it's some kind of ritual
Oh, give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light out of this place
I like the good things in life
But most of the best things ain't free
It's the same situation, just cuts like a knife
When you're young and you're poor and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Young and you're crazy
Oh, give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair's a disgrace
Or just find me an open car
I'll make the speed of light out of this place
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