I have two young-ish teen-age girls
who glorify in Davy.
He's not a bad appearing kid,
blue eyes and hair so wavy.
My girls would walk a million miles
to hear him sing of love .
And though he's just a 'teen’ himself,
to them he's far above.
I'd like my girls to wed some day
some rich and happy boy .
And live their lives in happiness
and everlasting joy.
But never love a singer, girls,
because of looks alone.
Make sure he's got some money, too,
and not just skin and bone.