well you got the hands of a man and the face of a little boy blue-ue
and when you stand you're so grand there's a case just for looking at you-oo oo-oo
you could have been the devil's son
but like a hang up i'll be sad when you're old and you're gone
you know the 48 crash come like a lightning flash
and the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
come like a lightning flash
and it's a silk sash bash
you've got the kind of a mind of a juvenile romeo-o
and you're so blind you could find that your motor ain't ready to go-o o-o
you're a hot shot son of a gun
but like a teenage tearaway soon you'll be torn and you'll run
you know the 48 crash comes like a lightning flash
and the 48 crash is a silk sash bash
come like a lightning flash
and it's a silk sash bash