Sixteen

You know, I don’t like dancin'
And I don’t like to bop
Too much movement’s exertion
Makes me wish I could drop
Dr-drop, dr-drop, dr-drop, drop
And I don’t like French kissin'
'cause you swallow my tongue
And you think that you’re oh-so-very old
You only want me 'cause you think I’m so young
Yo-young, yo-young, yo-young, young
Alright, okay, no way
And I wish I was 16 again
Then things would be such fun
All the things I’d do would be the same
But they’re much more fun than when you’re 21
Alright, okay, no way
And I hate modern music
Disco, boogie, pop
They go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
How I wish they would stop