She skips me like a rock* She rolls me like thunder She knocks me down Like a fifth of Tennessee Well she's a pitch that I can't hit And she's a joke that I don't get Well she's crazy And that's alright with me I chase her like a white line I'm running out of road But sometimes she wants A man that I can't be I'm a fool out counting stars Another poet in the bars Well I'm crazy And that's alright with me It's alright She steps all over me Give me some time And I will make her see We're crazy And that's alright with me We're a summer on the coast A money game of pool And proof that sometimes one and one is three We're a Fourth of July parade Lord we don't know we've got it made We're crazy And that's alright with me It's alright She steps all over me Give me some time And I will make her see We're crazy And that's alright with me Yes we're crazy And that's alright with me