Putting On The Style lyrics

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 she's Only putting on the style She's putting on the agony Putting on the style That's 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 Well the young man in the hot rod car Driving like he's mad With a pair of yellow gloves He's borrowed from his dad He makes it roar so lively Just to make his girlfriend smile But she knows he's only Putting on the style He's putting on the agony Putting on the style That's 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 Preacher in the pulpit Roars with all his might Sing Glory Halleluja Puts the folks all in a fright Now you might think it's satan That's a-coming down the aisle But it's only our poor preacher boys That's putting on his style Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's 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 Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's 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 Putting on the agony Putting on the style That's 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