Well now I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild
Yeah I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild
Well I-I'm just a poor young boy
And these girls about to drive me wild
The way they rock and roll and call me angel child
The way they laugh, the way they sing
It makes my heart go ting-a-ling
The way they laugh, the way they sing
It makes my heart go ting-a-ling
The way they laugh, and si-i-ing
Makes my heart go ting-a-ling
Ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling
Well, I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be
Well I'm young and I'm free
And it's a real fine way to be
Well I-I'm young and I'm free-ee
And it's a real fine way to be
With a fine young thing to give her love to me
