You must be crazy or half insane   Look at your eyeballs, street cocaine   You drink that white rum, you hit the roof   What do you expect, one-five-one proof      You drive your mustang down Sunset Strip   And in the back seat, a big black whip   Look at your lipstick, all 'round your face   Everything you do is in bad taste      Chorus:      Baby I think you're cute   But there's no substitute for love   Honey it's a crying shame   This whole mad town thinks you're insane      You take me dancing but I can't dance   but when I try to, you start to laugh   You shake your hips child like a rattle snake   You make me jealous make no mistake      You went to Woodstock and all that trash   Your generation is fading fast   You wear them hot pants, they're out of style   You like brown sugar, I think it's vile      (Chorus)      One of these nights child, it won't be long   Somebody somewhere who's big and strong   In a dark alley, a blood stained coat   He'll stick his long thing right down your throat       (Chorus)      Lord have mercy   Hey baby, I think you're insane baby   You got no brain, you're insane      Tell me baby, can you play harp   Can you play bass   Can you play guitar   Can you play drum   Then you're insane