If he just threw on a shirt
With a pair of dirty jeans
Showed up a little late to work
Aw, but he's followin' his dreams
If he can't pay his rent
But he's drivin' 'round in a Mercedes
You wouldn't call a boy crazy

And if he got his heart broke
Had a couple late nights
Maybe had a couple smokes
Maybe got into a fight
And if he got so drunk that he called another girl "baby"
You wouldn't call a boy crazy

I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now, it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy

And if hе's headed back home
And hе's put on a couple pounds
If he showed up all alone
And all his friends have settled down
And if he's pushin' thirty and still hasn't had any babies
You wouldn't call a boy crazy

I hate to tell you the way of the world
By now, it just doesn't phase me
That's just the difference in boys and in girls
We never call the boy crazy

Call the boy crazy

If he was tellin' you the truth
Just had to get it off his chest
You wouldn't think that he was rude
Or blame it all on PMS
If one second he's laughin' and one second later he's angry
You wouldn't call a boy crazy, oh

Am I crazy or is somethin' kinda messed up with the way we
Never call the boy crazy?