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  honey i think you re cute but there s no substitute for love baby 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