Sweet young thing of sixteen
Thought I d step out one night
I longed to get the thrilling life i ve missed
I met a youth
A bit uncouth
Although he seemed alright
I knew him by the moment when we kissed

Then I got home next day with a swollen head
My girlfriend asked if i d had fun I said
was I drunk?
was he handsome?
Did momma give me hell?
Did I get a thrill?
And am I full of quiver?
Was he rough?
Did I care?
Am I glad I fell?
Every time I think of him do I shiver?
Was he hot?
And was I?
And would he stand for maybe?
He would not?
Did I lie?
Does he still think i m a baby?
If I was am I still?
Do I care?
Don t be silly
Was I drunk?
Was he handsome?
And did momma give me hell?

Was I drunk?
Was he handsome?
Did momma give me hell?
With his hands loose as no refusin
Did he fight?
Was I blue?
Almost shamed to tell
And I don t know yet the system he was usin

Well I said stop please behave!
Well what s the use of breathin ?
He said give
So I gave
After all what was I savin ?
Am I glad?
Holy gee
Have I had fun you re askin me?
Was I drunk?
Was he handsome?
And did momma give me hell?