Oh she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

Seventeen seventy-six New York City Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir? That depends, who’s asking? Oh, sure, sir I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir I have been looking for you I’m getting nervous Sir, I heard your name at Princeton

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was seventeen years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was twenty one years of age Well, now rules are

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,

The world turned upside down I am not throwin’ away my shot Down, down, down ‘Til the world turns upside down The battle of Yorktown seventeen-eighty-one Monsieur Hamilton Monsieur Lafayette

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,

I found out what it takes to be a man Now mom and dad will never understand Seventeen and strung out on confusion Trapped inside a roll of disillusion Secrets collecting dust but never forget Skeletons come to life in my closet What's happening to me

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

They're just girls Eyes bright, uptight, just girls But she can't be what you need if she's seventeen Wrestle to the ground God help me now because They're just girls breaking hearts I know you're looking for salvation in the secular age But girl I'm not

Go, go, go, little queenie Standin' over by the record machine Looking like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When