Are you going to go to the rock show?

Are you ever going to let go?

Are you ever going to throw your hands up in the air?

Wave 'em around like you just don't care in your alligator underwear

Are you ever going stare at me on the stage

You know everybody thinks I'm the rage

Running around my fame-bar cage

It's just that they're all underage

Yesterday you were only seventeen

To touch you was an illegal dream

It's your birthday

You're a beauty queen

Yesterday you were only seventeen

Girl, you're legal

Girl, you're eighteen

Hanging out outside your high school

Watching you act oh-so-cool with those other little fools

They don't know anything about life like we know

It's more than records, CDs, sold-out shows

It's your birthday

You're a beauty queen

Yesterday you were only seventeen

Girl, you're legal

Girl, you're eighteen

It's your birthday

You're a beauty queen

Yesterday you were only seventeen

Girl, you're legal

Girl, you're eighteen

Girl, you're legal

Girl, you're eighteen

Girl, you're legal

Girl, you're eighteen