Almost Eighteen:Roy Orbison.
Recorded on RCA in 1959. Didn't chart.
Too bad, because it's a good song.
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, huh.
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.
Uh-uh, 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 time until we're ninety nine, yea, yea.
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-huh.
Almost eighteen..almost eighteen..almost eighteen..(Fade.)
A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.