[Verse 1] 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 shes Only putting on the style [Chorus] Shes putting on the agony Putting on the style Thats what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style [Verse 2] Well, the young man in the hot rod car Driving like hes mad With a pair of yellow gloves Hes borrowed from his dad He makes it roar so lively Just to see his girlfriend smile But she knows hes only Putting on the style [Chorus] Yeah, hes putting on the agony Putting on the style Thats what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style [Verse 3] Preacher in the pulpit Roars with all his might Sing Glory Hallelujah Puts the folks all in a fright Now, you might think its Satan Thats acoming down the aisle But its only our poor preacher, boys Thats putting on his style, yea [Chorus] Putting on the agony Putting on the style Thats what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style, yea [Banjo Solo] La, la, la, la, la [Chorus] Putting on the agony Putting on the style Thats what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style, ay [Chorus] Putting on the agony Putting on the style Thats what all the young folks Are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks Putting on the style
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