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.
Watch out, you know the 48 crash come like a lightning flash
And the 48 crash is 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
You're so young you're a hot shot son of a gun.
You're so young but like a teenage tear-away
Soon you'll be torn and you'll run
Watch out ......
Writer(s): Michael Donald Chapman, Nicholas Barry Chinn
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