Wild Youth

I'm walking in the street With the latest on my feet And the hair that makes the people stop and stare I got no money, but that's okay Because I live from day to day And I'm free to come and go just as I please Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth My records are so load I gotta hang out with the crowd Because the usual crew are sus on what to do Mom and dad says I can't win Because it gets you in the end The regale is the gun that shoots the man Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild youth Wild youth Wild youth Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth Wild, wild, wild, youth