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-lalala 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