Lyrics:

You Must Be Crazy Or Half Insane**lf**look At Your Eyeballs, Street Cocaine**lf**you Drink That White Rum, You Hit The Roof**lf**what Do You Expect, One-Five-One Proof**lf****lf**you Drive Your Mustang Down Sunset Strip**lf**and In The Back Seat, A Big Black Whip**lf**look At Your Lipstick, All ''round Your Face**lf**everything You Do Is In Bad Taste**lf****lf**baby I Think You''re Cute**lf**but There''s No Substitute For Love**lf**honey It''s A Crying Shame**lf**this Whole Mad Town Thinks You''re Insane**lf****lf**you Take Me Dancing But I Can''t Dance**lf**but When I Try To, You Start To Laugh**lf**you Shake Your Hips Child Like A Rattle Snake**lf**you Make Me Jealous Make No Mistake**lf****lf**you Went To Woodstock And All That Trash**lf**your Generation Is Fading Fast**lf**you Wear Them Hot Pants, They''re Out Of Style**lf**you Like Brown Sugar, I Think It''s Vile**lf****lf**baby I Think You''re Cute**lf**but There''s No Substitute For Love**lf**honey It''s A Crying Shame**lf**this Whole Mad Town Thinks You''re Insane**lf****lf**one Of These Nights Child, It Won''t Be Long**lf**somebody Somewhere Who''s Big And Strong**lf**in A Dark Alley, A Blood Stained Coat**lf**he''ll Stick His Long Thing Right Down Your Throat **lf****lf**baby I Think You''re Cute**lf**but There''s No Substitute For Love**lf**honey It''s A Crying Shame**lf**this Whole Mad Town Thinks You''re Insane**lf****lf**lord Have Mercy**lf**hey Baby, I Think You''re Insane Baby**lf**you Got No Brain, You''re Insane**lf****lf**tell Me Baby, Can You Play Harp**lf**can You Play Bass**lf**can You Play Guitar**lf**can You Play Drum**lf**then You''re Insane