I met a girl in the 17th year She was a beauty queen I never knew much about life All the birds and bees were just simple things Flying round and round and round and round
Her tits were too small her legs were too thin And I thought I would never see her again But now I've grown up I've got more sense I see her face looking in the west
I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again
Talking about Talking about those days we had together (together) Groping in the back seat of my old mans car And getting down and down and down and down And down and down and down But let me tell you how those days are gone Now all the girls are the marrying kind Take me back to when I was 17 I'll tell them something about those birds and bees
I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again
17 17 17 17 I wish that I was 17 again 17 17 17 17 I wish that I was 17 again 17 17 17 17
I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again I wish that I was 17 again 17 I wish I was 17 Yeah I wish I was 17 Yeah