Lyrics:

(Chapmanchinn)
well You Got The Hands Of A Man And The Face Of A Little Boy Blue-Ue
and When You Stand Youre So Grand Theres A Case Just For Looking At You-Oo Oo-Oo
youre So Young, You Could Have Been The Devils Son
youre So Young, But Like A Hang Up Ill Be Sad When Youre Old And Youre Gone

watch Out!
you Know The 48 Crash Come Like A Lightning Flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
and The 48 Crash Is A Silk Sash Bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
come Like A Lightning Flash, A Lightning Flash
and Its A Silk Sash Bash, A Silk Sash Bash, Thats The 48 Crash

youve Got The Kind Of A Mind Of A Juvenile Romeo-O
and Youre So Blind You Could Find That Your Motor Aint Ready To Go-O O-O
youre So Young, Youre A Hot Shot Son Of A Gun
youre So Young, But Like A Teenage Tearaway Soon Youll Be Torn And Youll Run

watch Out!
you Know The 48 Crash Come Like A Lightning Flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
and The 48 Crash Is A Silk Sash Bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
come Like A Lightning Flash, A Lightning Flash
and Its A Silk Sash Bash, A Silk Sash Bash, Thats The 48 Crash

crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
crash, Crash, Aaagh!

you Know The 48 Crash Comes Like A Lightning Flash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
and The 48 Crash Is A Silk Sash Bash (48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
come Like A Lightning Flash, A Lightning Flash
and Its A Silk Sash Bash, A Silk Sash Bash
thats The 48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash
48 Crash