Putting On The Style Lyrics
Putting On The Style - Lonnie Donegan
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
Yeah 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
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 see his girlfriend smile
But she knows he's only
Putting on the style
Yeah 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
Sing Glory Hallelula
With the folks all in a fright
Now you might think he's satan
That's coming down the aisle
But it's only our poor preacher
Boys it's putting on his style
Yeah 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
Yeah 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
Yeah 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