Lonnie Donegan - Putting On the Style

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Sweet sixteen goes to church
Just to see the boys
She laughs and screams and giggles
At every little noise
She turns her face a little
She turns her head awhile
But she 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’m sometimes apt to smile
Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
The young man in his 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 loudly
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’m sometimes apt to smile
Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Preacher in the pulpit
Roars with all his might
Sings Glory Hallelujah
Puts the people in a fright
They all think it’s satan
That’s running down the aisle
But it’s only Preacher 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’m sometimes apt to smile
Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Seeing all the young folks putting on the style