Young & Crazy (Ballard Frankie)

A one day, I'll slow it way down, spend my weekends on the swing out on the wraparound Oh but these days, I'm on a mission to get these wild oats out of my system Yeah I might stay out all night, I gotta do a little wrong so I know what's right I want to sit out on the porch telling stories bout my glory days when I'm pushing eighty How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy? Now I might have to kiss no telling how many lips before I ever really figure out what love is Go through some heart breaks, wake up with head aches, Don't learn nothing til you make a lot of mistakes How will I know where to draw the line if I don't cross it a few hundred time? I want to sit out on the porch telling stories bout my glory days when I'm pushing eighty How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy? Yeah I'm gonna stay out all night, I've gotta do a little wrong so I know what's right I've gotta live a lot of life if I'm gonna give good advice when I'm talking to my grand-babies How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy? I want to sit out on the porch telling stories bout my glory days when I'm pushing eighty How am I ever gonna get to be old and wise if I ain't ever young and crazy? If I ain't ever young and crazy? Young and crazy. Young, young, and crazy. Young and crazy.