Авторы: Chick Endor, Charlie Farrell
(Chick Endor and Charlie Farrell) Sweet young thing of sixteen Thought I'd step out one night I longed to get the thrilling life i've missed I met a youth A bit uncouth Although he seemed alright I knew him by the moment when we kissed Then I got home, next day with a swollen head My girlfriend asked if i'd had fun I said, Гўв‚¬Е“was I drunk? was he handsome? Did momma give me hell? Did I get a thrill? Am I full of quiver? Was he rough? Did I care? Am I glad I fell? Every time I think of him do I shiver? Was he hot? And was I? And would he stand for maybe? He would not? Did I lie? Does he still think i'm a baby? If I was, am I still? Do I care? Don't be silly Was I drunk? Was he handsome? And did momma give me hell? Was I drunk? Was he handsome? Did momma give me hell? With his hands loose as no refusin' Did he fight? Was I blue? Almost shamed to tell And I don't know yet the system he was usin' Well I said, stop, please, behave! Well what's the use of breathin'? He said, give So I gave After all, what was I savin'? Am I glad? Holy gee, Have I had fun, you're askin' me? Was I drunk? Was he handsome? And did momma give me hell?