Lyrics
Wouldn't just kissing us all
Dad sayin' I was outta control
You gotta do, gotta do it
Baby you're wise, I bet you're wise
Big toast when my children
Maybe
One, two, three, four
Me and my friends
Hey, I was seventeen
Hey, I was seventeen
And my heart was blown away
And my heart was blown away
Gotta
Gotta
Until I get old
They put me in prison this time
They were sayin'
You burn and turn and hurt
But mostly you just wait
Written by: Boyd B Bennett, Chuck Gorman, John F. Jr. Young
