Central Park West, west on 85th Tires on the sidewalk in gasoline spit Back to back, I heard you shout and lose your voice Judas Priest, a dream deceived
Drift lightly from inside, boy
Don´t go crazy, donât go crazy Don´t call me babe, don´t call me babe
A Trans Am and a dashboard cam on your face Goddamn, and you got your name on your plates Think I can see your car leak Little bit from the right back rearview (She said, she said) Think I can hear you call me Cut it out, man, thatâs not cool
Just like a teenager, sending me back Just like a teenager, talking like that
You´re sending me backwards You´re sending me backwards
You´re sending me backwards You´re sending me back
Just like a teenager, sending me back Just like a teenager, talking like that Don´t go crazy, don´t go crazy Don´t call me babe, donât call me babe