half memory, half wish
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things’re lookin up I gotta date/tried to rhyme but she say pick me up at 7
got too tight pants too loose shoes/’59 buick like a cheap motel
here she come lookin like a betty grable/hey this looker drink you under the table
get to johnny’s fore Johnny gets to johnny’s/ fake id’s and then we do as we please
sit a spell with a shot ‘n a beer to loosen up our knees
band shares a grin/ Johnny walks in uppin the knobs till the fogeys can’t stand it
I love bein 17/actin cooler than absolutely necessary
grabbin betty an I ain’t gotta care/dancing roun like a james dean fred astaire
betty luh bein 17/when they play rawhide she’ll be lookin like a crime scene
slippin shoes think I’ll try the mashed potato/betty spinnin like a rock ‘n roll tornado
we’ll drive down dirt roads till we find some pines
there you will show just we two you are mine
love bein 17/don’t know who I am, know what I mean?
betty lookin better got a plan that won’t upset her
2nd set i’ll take this phakin party over
lugh bein 17/do what we please with few responsibilities
anyone here wanna dance with my girl?/you might get downtown but I’m goin round the world
love bein 17/in stormy weather I just cover up the leather
do the bop step and nuthin is real/parade around how cool you feel love bein 17
hungry hands in/a backstreet/buick/tender mouths/salt lick that/while lives pass
heartbreak/in radio light/shiver peace in/a most foreign land/the body grammar wreaks
in, in/taste touch smell/and seeks its punctuation
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