Puttin' On The Style

Sweet sixteen, goes to church just to see the boys

Laughs and screams and giggles at every little noise

Turns her face a little, then turns her head a while

But everybody knows she's only puttin' on the style, yeah

She's putting on the agony, puttin' on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile

Seein' all the young folks puttin' on the style

Well, the young man in the hotrod car drivin' like he's mad

With a pair of yellow gloves he's borrowed from his dad

He makes it roar so lively just to see his girlfriend smile

But she knows he's only puttin' on the style, yeah

She's putting on the agony, puttin' on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile

Seein' all the young folks puttin' on the style

Preacher in the pulpit roars with all his might

Sing, Glory Hallelujah, puts the folks all in a fright

Now, you might think it's Satan that's a-comin' down the aisle

But it's only our poor preacher, boys, that's puttin' on the his style, yeah

He's puttin on the agony, puttin' on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile

Seein' all the young folks puttin' on the style, yeah

La, la, la, la, la, socks

Puttin' on the agony, puttin' on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile

Seein' all the young folks puttin' on the style

Yeah, puttin' on the agony, puttin' on the style

That's what all the young folks are doing all the while

And as I look around me, I'm sometimes apt to smile

Seein' all the young folks puttin' on the style