This thing, called love, I just can't handle it,
this, thing, called love, I must, get round to it,
I ain't ready, Crazy little thing called love.
This thing, called love, it cries, in craddle at night,
it swings, it jives, it shakes, all overlike a jelly-fish,
I kinda like it, Crazy little thing called love.
There goes my baby, she knows how to rock and roll,
She drives me crazy, she gives me hot and cold fever,
then she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat.
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on my tracks,
take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motor bike until I'm ready,
Crazy Little thing called love.