-> "You're Sixteen, I'm Forty-Nine, And You're Jail"
Original Song Title:
"You're Sixteen"
Original Performer:
Johnny Burnette (covered by Ringo Starr)
Parody Song Title:
"You're Sixteen, I'm Forty-Nine, And You're Jail"
The Lyrics
Ooh,
You come on hot to me
My fantasy
Skin soft, silky, and pale
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
You're next door neighbor's girl
Virginal pearl
Sit for my daughter, Gail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Ba-by-sitter
Loves to pet
Just one thing that we ain't done yet
Against the law
To cherry-pop
So, ooh, when we kiss
It's there we stop!
Ooh,
You walked out of my dreams
To work for my wife
Tempting teenager tail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
So, I'm beggin' you, please
Down on my knees
(While here, sniff and inhale)
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
You're a hottie
Make me sweat
We start to smooch and my pants get wet
Go all the way?
Mom calls a cop
And I hate jail
My putz' gonna pop!
Ooh,
You're Lolita in flesh
So young and fresh
Legal worries assail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
How I ache as I ail
Whine, moan and wail
But, I can't afford bail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
You're my little
Pussy-cat
Touch me where I could hang my hat
In see-through shirt
Pink mi-ni-skirt
I need you bad
My balls really hurt!
Ooh,
You sun-bathe in your string
Show ev'rything
Stuff I'd so love to nail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Seeing pert pubic crop
Warm and wet mop
Will my willpower fail?
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Nubile baby
Nude nymph-ette
Pout, perk-y point-ers; sprout such a set
I meet you at
The high school hop
Then we sneak off
To lingerie shop!
Ooh,
Fun and fox-y fe-male
Read you in Braille
God, it's "hard" to be male
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Really rant, rave, and rail
Quake for that quail
Sex life with wife: so stale
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Take you ridin'
In my 'Vette
We're making out on the day we met
It's twen-ty years
If pants I drop
No, can't get caught
With teeny-bop!
Ooh,
You 're so fragile and frail
Fly you to Vail
Have Feds hot on my trail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
Pull-ing pri-son de-tail?
Walls I would scale
Get you, my Holy Grail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail
You're sixteen, I'm forty-nine, and you're jail!
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