Sixteen

I've known for a while Since I was sixteen That I would never know anything That life is too short not to smoke cigarettes And life is too short not to love her your best Oh, oh So believe in her madness Believe in her blues Believes in my strange And she'll believe in you She believes in her wine She believes in her toast She believes in the scrap And I believe her most Oh, oh So if you're a train Then you gotta move Well oil up my back And grease up my boots