This belly-button dangle will probably just be one of those things

I won't be showing off to often at sixty five

This butterfly tattoo might be something I tell my kids not to do

Spring break shouldn't last the rest of your life

There were things I should not have done

Then again, well, I sure had fun

Being free, being wild, being bulletproof

Back then we were rebels without a clue

Nothing in the world that we wouldn't do

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Didn't give a damn what people say

We were doing it, doing it our way

I wish that we could always stay

Nineteen and crazy

I fall in love with those guys that keep my dad awake at night

Running his knife across a red stone

Maybe he hates their long hair

The tattoos or the chains that they all wear

Mostly he hates your black Camero

We were young so in love and we still haven't grown up

Being free, being wild, being bulletproof

Back then we were rebels without a clue

Nothing in the world that we wouldn't do

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Didn't give a damn what people say

We were doing it, doing it our way

I wish that we could always stay

Nineteen and crazy

Oh the only things that I regret are the things that we didn't do

Those crazy days (those crazy days) that I have left (that I have left) have led me here to you, oh

Being free, being wild, being bulletproof

Right now, we're rebels without a clue

Nothing in the world that we can't do

Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh

Don't give a damn what people say

'Cause we're doing it, doing it our way

I know that we will always stay

Nineteen and crazy

Promise me that we will always stay

Nineteen and crazy