Almost Eighteen

Almost eighteen, a lot of sugar and lace

Almost eighteen with an angel face

She says,

I'm her kind of guy and if

I leave her, she'll die, uh, uh

I'll flip upside down and all the way around

I'm acting like a clown because

I think I've found

The cream of the crop,

I know I'll never stop

I'll go on lovin' my baby, she's a grown up lady now

Full skirt, don't flirt, ballerina shoes

Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues

Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair

Almost eighteen, my baby's young and fair0h, oh,

I'll never let her go because, oh,

I love her so, oh, oh

She's gonna have her birthday then we'll run away

We're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher

Gonna honeymoon all through the month of

JuneDarlin', we'll have a time until we're ninety-nine, yeah, yeah

Wedding bells gonna ring, we're gonna be together

I love her, she loves me, our love'll live forever

Almost eighteen, she's a swingin' queen

Almost eighteen, oh, what a lovely dream

Until the end of time, my baby's mine, all mine, uh, uh

Almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen