Teenager - Barrie

Central Park West, west on 85th

Tires on the sidewalk in gasoline spit

Back to back, I heard you shout and lose your voice

Judas Priest, a dream deceived

Drift lightly from inside, boy

Don’t go crazy, don’t go crazy

Don’t call me babe, don’t call me babe

A Trans Am and a dashboard cam on your face

Goddamn, and you got your name on your plates

Think I can see your car leak

Little bit from the right back rearview

(She said, she said)

Think I can hear you call me

Cut it out, man, that’s not cool

Just like a teenager, sending me back

Just like a teenager, talking like that

You’re sending me backwards

You’re sending me backwards

You’re sending me backwards

You’re sending me back

Just like a teenager, sending me back

Just like a teenager, talking like that

Don’t go crazy, don’t go crazy

Don’t call me babe, don’t call me babe