Sweet young thing of sixteen  Thought I'd step out one night  I longed to get the thrilling life i've missed  I met a youth   A bit uncouth  Although he seemed alright  I knew him by the moment when we kissed    Then I got home, next day with a swollen head  My girlfriend asked if i'd had fun I said,  "was I drunk?  was he handsome?  Did momma give me hell?  Did I get a thrill?  Am I full of quiver?  Was he rough?  Did I care?  Am I glad I fell?  Every time I think of him do I shiver?  Was he hot?  And was I?  And would he stand for maybe?  He would not?  Did I lie?  Does he still think i'm a baby?  If I was, am I still?  Do I care?  Don't be silly  Was I drunk?  Was he handsome?  And did momma give me hell?    Was I drunk?  Was he handsome?  Did momma give me hell?  With his hands loose as no refusin'  Did he fight?  Was I blue?  Almost shamed to tell  And I don't know yet the system he was usin'    Well I said, stop, please, behave!  Well what's the use of breathin'?  He said, give  So I gave  After all, what was I savin'?  Am I glad?  Holy gee,   Have I had fun, you're askin' me?  Was I drunk?  Was he handsome?  And did momma give me hell?"