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 loud

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