You're Insane

(album: Foot Loose & Fancy Free - 1977)

Woo!
Lordy

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

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
Boogie, yeah

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 rattlesnake
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

Honey, I think you're cute
But there's no substitute for love, yeah
Baby, it's a crying shame
This whole mad town thinks you're insane
Yeah

One of these nights, child, it won't be long
Somebody somewhere who's big and strong
In a dark alley, a bloodstained coat
He'll stick his long thing right down your throat

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
Woo

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