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?

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?"