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

And into the river we'd dive I come from down in the valley Where mister when you're young They bring you up to do like your daddy done Me and Mary we met in high school When she was just seventeen seventeen We'd ride out of this valley down to where the fields

Thomas Jefferson’s coming home Mr. Jefferson, welcome home Seventeen, Seventeen, se- se- seventeen Se- se- seventeen Seventeen Seventeen eighty-nine How does the bastard orphan, immigrant decorated war vet Unite the colonies through more debt? Fight the other founding

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,

You can dance, you can jive Having the time of your life Ooh, see that girl, watch that scene Digging the dancing queen You're in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance You are the dancing queen Young and sweet, only seventeen seventeen Dancing queen

She was shorter than the corn Pictures of the farm before us Old men in a gospel chorus Sephia And saddle horses easy on the reins Eighty-one a motor in your mama's seventeen seventeen again She's squinting at the dusty wind The anger of the plains You and I were

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

Maybe I'm a fool Maybe I'm a fool for you You know what I'd do for you I know what you'd do for me You will see The truth in me Feelin' lonely in this room since I was seventeen seventeen Thought this bottle was supposed to drown my memory But I'm still swimmin'

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