She skips me like a rock,
Rolls me like thunder,
Knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
Sheís the pitch that I canít hit,
Sheís the joke that I donít get,
Sheís crazy and thatís alright by me.
Chase it like a white line
Running out of road
Sometimes she wants the man that I canít be
I m a fool out counting the stars
Another poet in the bars
Iím Crazy and thatís Alright with me
Itís alright, she steps all over me.
Give me some time and I will make her see
That weíre crazy and thatís alright with me
Summer on the coast
A money game of pool
Proof that sometimes 1 and 1 is 3
Weíre a 4th of July parade
Though we donít know weíve got it made
Weíre crazy and thatís alright with me.
Cross Canadian Ragweed Tabs