Song parody of
Almost Eighteen
by Roy Orbison
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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 fair
0h, 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 June
Darlin', 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
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 fair
0h, 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 June
Darlin', 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
