Well, I'm just a poor young boy and these girl's 'bout to drive me wild
Well, I'm just a poor young boy and these girl's 'bout to drive me wild
Well, I'm just a poor young boy and these girl's 'bout to drive me wild
They way they rock and roll and call me, angel child

The way they laugh, the way they sing it makes my heart go ting-a-ling
The way they laugh, the way they sing makes my heart go ting-a-ling
The way they laugh and sing makes my heart go ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling

Well, I'm young and I'm free and it's a real fine way to be
Well, I'm young and I'm free and it's a real fine way to be
Well, I'm young and I'm free and it's a real fine way to be
With a fine young thing to give her love to me