They call me a fool,
A teenage fool over you.
They say you're plenty hung,
But I'm still in love with you.
Just a teenage fool,
Who doesn't know the price you pay.
Just a crazy fool,
Who doesn't care what others say.
Well, now they say that you play round with other boys,
Well I guess that's just the way you are,
Well, now you know, yeah, you know, that I'll never go,
And I'll always love you so.
When they see us going steady,
Well, then they'll think we'll play it cool.
If they still think that you don't love me,
Well, then they're just some teenage fool.
If they still think that you don't love me,
Well, then they're just some teenage fool.
Ah' ah-ah-ah' Ah' ah-ah-ah'
