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