December 23, 2010 by admin in Queen

Tenement Funster

My new purple shoes, bin amazing the people next door
And my rock’n’roll forty fives, bin enraging the folks on the lower floor

I got a way with the girls on my block, try my best to be a real individual
And when we go down to smokies and rock, they line up like it’s some kind of ritual

Oh give me a good guitar, and you can say that my hair’s a disgrace
Or just find me an open car, I’ll make the speed of light out of this place

I like the good things in life, but most of the best things ain’t free
It’s the same situation just cuts like a knife
When you’re young and you’re poor and you’re crazy
Young and you’re crazy… Oh give me a good guitar
And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace, or just find me an open car
I’ll make the speed of light out of this place

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