Songwriter: Nicky Chinn Mike Chapman

Producer: Nicky Chinn Mike Chapman

Well, you got the hands of a man
And the face of a little boy blue
And when you stand you're so grand
There's a case just for looking at you

You're so young
You could have been the devil's son
You're so young
But like a hang up I'll be sad
When you're old and you're gone

Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)

48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
A lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash
A silk sash bash
That's the 48 Crash

You've got the kind of a mind
Of a juvenile Romeo
And you're so blind you could find
That your motor ain't ready to go

You're so young
You're a hot shot son of a gun
You're so young
But like a teenage tearaway
Soon, you'll be torn and you'll run

Watch Out!
You know the 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)

48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
A lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash
A silk sash bash
That's the 48 Crash

Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, 48 Crash (Crash)
Crash, Crash, AAAGH!

You know the 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
And the 48 Crash is a silk sash bash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)

48 Crash, 48 Crash
Come like a lightning flash
A lightning flash
And it's a silk sash bash
A silk sash bash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
That's the 48 Crash
(48 Crash, 48 Crash)
48 Crash, 48 Crash
48 Crash, 48 Crash
48 Crash, 48 Crash
48 Crash, 48 Crash
48 Crash, 48 Crash