Lyrics
one day, i'll slow and lay down, spend my weekends in a swing out on the wraparound. oh but these days, i'm on a mission, to get these wild oats out of my system. yeah i might stay out all night, i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right. i wanna sit out on the porch, telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise, if i ain't ever young and crazy?, now i might have to kiss no telling how many lips, before i ever really figure out what love is. go through some heartbreaks, wake up with headaches, don't learn nothing 'til you make a lot of mistakes. how will i know where to draw the line, if i don't cross it a few hundred times?, i wanna sit out on the porch, telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise, if i ain't ever young and crazy?, yeah i'm gonna stay out all night, i've gotta do a little wrong so i know what's right, i've gotta live a lot of life if i'm gonna give good advice, when i'm talking to my grand-babies, how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise, if i ain't ever young and crazy?, i wanna sit out on the porch, telling stories 'bout my glory days when i'm pushing eighty. how am i ever gonna get to be old and wise, if i ain't ever young and crazy?, if i ain't ever young and crazy?, young and crazy. young, young and crazy. young and crazy.
Song details
Artist: ballard, frankie