Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour She's seventeen seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it. No tears are gone they're pooling on the table No tears are

We'd drive too fast Yeah man, we run this town We'd get too loud Nothin’ but a bunch of time to kill Set up on the big hill Seventeen, Seventeen, we owned those streets That was our spot, that’s where we’d always meet And we’d roll on out

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Your life serving daughter Be scared of living There's hope in the air There's hope in the water There is a man that I know For seventeen seventeen years he never spoke Guess he had nothing to say He opened his mouth on judgment day I listened with all of my might

They were the best of times, they were the best of times Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned Remember your youth, in all that you do The plank and the passion It's the false side of hope where

Under the stars on Brighton Beach Seems like only yesterday I remember when you were only seventeen seventeen You were the finest girl that my eyes had ever seen I guess you found it hard to simply just ignore This scruffy beat up working class teenage troubadour

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

Call up them hoes fasho', fasho' (Fasho') Bring me some pack, fasho', fasho' (Fasho') McLaren came with the butterfly doors (Doors) I'm seventeen seventeen and I just made the Forbes (Forbes) Unlimited drip fasho' (Woo) I give your daughter some coke (Uhh) This is