Youre Insane
(r. stewart / p.chen)
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, one-five-one proof
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
Chorus:
Baby I think youre cute
But theres no substitute for love
Honey its a crying shame
This whole mad town thinks youre insane
You take me dancing but I cant 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, theyre out of style
You like brown sugar, I think its vile
(chorus)
One of these nights child, it wont be long
Somebody somewhere whos big and strong
In a dark alley, a blood stained coat
Hell stick his long thing right down your throat
(chorus)
Lord have mercy
Hey baby, I think youre insane baby
You got no brain, youre insane
Tell me baby, can you play harp
Can you play bass
Can you play guitar
Can you play drum
Then youre insane
song performed by Rod Stewart
Added by Lucian Velea
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