48 CRASH SUZI QUATRO -------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 forty-eight crash Come like a lightning flash. And the forty-eight crash Is a silk sash bash. Forty-eight crash, forty-eight crash Come like a lightning flash, A lightning flash, And it's a silk sash bash, A silk sash bash, That's the forty-eight 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 tear-away-son You'll be torn and you'll run Watch out you know the forty-eight crash , . .