Text: Mark Knopfler. Kill to Get Crimson. We Can Get Wild.

We're old enough for leaving home
The old Joanna and the old trombone
It's all going on, I'm growing my sideboards long
Hey, you and me can be who we want to be

Listen now, right here
It's gonna be a beautiful year

Calling it a teenage scene and I have a dream
Don't know if I'll be a star and I'm gonna play guitar
I've seen this rocking cat, I wanna be just like that

Listen now, right here
It's gonna be a beautiful year

Hey, look at you baby
Tell your daddy you?re no child
Look at you baby
We can get wild, oh yeah

We'll be on our own, Billy Fury on a gramophone
Take you to the pictures and a dance in my drainpipe pants
Check the mirror and the old DA and you can play in a day

Listen now, right here
It's gonna be a beautiful year

Hey, look at you baby
Tell your daddy you're no child
Hey, look at you baby
We can get wild

Hey, look at you baby
Tell your daddy you're no child
Hey, look at you baby
We can get wild

Hey, we can get wild
We can get wild
Get wild