Ella Mae Morse Seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Cool and solid seventeen
Young enough to dance and sing
Old enough to get that swing
Past sixteen, done been kissed
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can't resist
At seventeen
Now sloppy shirt, old blue-jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide hair
Jukebox, baby, ain't no square
Seventeen, hot rod queen
Cutest girl you've ever seen
Tell the world I'm really keen
On my hep-cat doll of seventeen