Young & Crazy - Frankie Ballard

One day, I’ll slow and lay down

Spend my weekends in a 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’ve 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 telling how many lips

Before I ever really figure out what love is

Go through some heartbreaks, wake up with headaches

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 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’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?

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