Текст песни Queen Of '59

The attic's filled with records Unheard of for many years When the radio plays old songs She has no time for tears She skipped a class reunion For the Homecoming Queen And she knows she can't go back, friends To sweet little 16 And the queen of 1959 is happy trying to be A dedicated lady, she got love for a family And she sure looks good to me She's my everything She treats me like a king She's a lady Ba-lalalala ba-lalalala Ba-lalalala ba-lalalala My favorite cheerleader Finds her hair streaked with gray And instead of drivin' movies She'd rather see a play I know that her initials Are carved in a desk somewhere And like rock n roll heroes Ponytails have been combed from her hair And the queen of 1959 is happy trying to be A dedicated lady, with love for a family And she sure looks good to me She's my everything She treats me like a king She's a lady Ba-lalalala ba-lalalala Uuh, ba-lalalala ba-lalalala The attic's filled with records Unheard of for many years