Seventeen

When I was seventeen

Your mama was so proud

You liked to play

Rock music loud

Yeh it was just the scene

Doin what we weren't allowed

Cos you liked to be

With the wrong type of crowdOut on the town looking for trouble

Breaking bad, back on the hustleChorus

Don't remember what you look like

Not even your name

I was tripping along

While you didn't care

You were out of luck

I was already thereThose summers playing pool

In the afternoon

Hanging out in pubs

And skipping school

But you were quite naive

Your feet weren't on the ground

Couldn't quite believe

What was going aroundOut on the town looking for trouble

Breaking bad, back on the hustleChorus