she skips me like a rock she rolls me like thunder she knocks me down like a fifth of tennessee well she s a pitch that i can t hit and she s a joke that i don t get well she s crazy and that s alright with me i chase her like a white line i m running out of road but sometimes she wants a man that i can t be i m a fool out counting stars another poet in the bars well i m crazy and that s alright with me it s alright she steps all over me give me some time and i will make her see we re crazy and that s alright with me we re a summer on the coast a money game of pool and proof that sometimes one and one is three we re a fourth of july parade lord we don t know we ve got it made we re crazy and that s alright with me it s alright she steps all over me give me some time and i will make her see we re crazy and that s alright with me yes we re crazy and that s alright with me