LYRIC

Sweet sixteen, goes to church just to see the boys
Laughs and screams and giggles at every little noise
Turns her face a little and turns her head awhile
But everybody knows she's only putting on the style

[Chorus:] Yeah – putting on the agony, putting on the style
That's what all the young folks are doing all the while
And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile
Seeing all the young folks putting on the style

Young man in the hot-rod car, driving like he's mad
With a pair of yellow gloves he's borrowed from his dad
He makes it roar so lively just to see his girlfriend smile
But she knows he's only putting on the style

[Chorus:]

Preacher in the pulpit roars with all his might
Sing Glory Hallelula with the folks all in a fright
Now you might think he's satan that's coming down the aisle
But it's only our poor preacher, boys, it's putting on his style

(Chorus x 3)

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