I talk to strangers and I walk around all night

I sold my soul for Rock N' Roll and that's all right

I like my music loud

I like my hair a little long

Is that so wrong?

When I am eighty, I'll still shred like I'm eighteen

You say I'm crazy but I don't know what you mean

I like to stay up late

I like to make up stupid songs

Is that so wrong?

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