Seventeen - Mel Torme

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