Too young to go steady,

Too young, I hear her say,

She says we're not ready,

But then why am I feelin' this way?



Too young, so she tells me,

She says, we'll have to wait,

Why wait . . .

'Till it may be too late?



Can she realize she drives me wild,

Is she made of stone?

Must she always treat me like a child,

Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up?

Someday, she'll be sorry,

Someday, just wait an' see!

She'll wish . . .

She'd gone steady . . .

With me!



( Can she realize she drives me wild,

Is she made of stone?

Must she always treat me like a child,

Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up? )

Someday, she'll be sorry,

Someday, just wait an' see!

She'll wish . . .

She'd gone steady . . .

With me!



She'll wish . . .

She'd gone steady . . .

With me!







Music by Jimmy McHugh

with lyrics by Harold Adamson , 1955

Arranged by O.B. Masingill