Young & Crazy

Frankie Ballard

One day, I'll slow it way down
Spend my weekends in a swing out on the wrap-around
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 wanna 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 tellin' how many lips
Before I ever really figure out what love is
Go through some heartbreaks, wake up with headaches
Don't learn nothin' til you make a lot of mistakes

How will I know where to draw the line
If don't cross it a few hundred times

I wanna 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'm gonna do a little wrong so I know what's right

I 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?

Yeah, I wanna 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.