Almost Eighteen Songtext
von Roy Orbison

Almost eighteen, a lot of sugar and lace
Almost eighteen with an angel face
She says, I′m her kind of guy and if I leave her, she'll die, uh, uh

I′ll flip upside down and all the way around
I'm acting like a clown because I think I've found
The cream of the crop, I know I′ll never stop
I′ll go on lovin' my baby, she′s a grown up lady now

Full skirt, don't flirt, ballerina shoes
Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues


Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair
Almost eighteen, my baby′s young and fair
0h, oh, I'll never let her go because, oh, I love her so, oh, oh

She′s gonna have her birthday then we'll run away
We're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher
Gonna honeymoon all through the month of June
Darlin′, we′ll have a time until we're ninety-nine, yeah, yeah

Wedding bells gonna ring, we′re gonna be together
I love her, she loves me, our love'll live forever

Almost eighteen, she′s a swingin' queen
Almost eighteen, oh, what a lovely dream
Until the end of time, my baby′s mine, all mine, uh, uh
Almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen