Was I?



Sweet young thing of sixteen
Thought I'd step out one night
I longed to get the thrill in life I missed
I met a youth, a bit uncouth,
Although he seemed alright,
I knew him by the moment when we kissed.
When I got home next day with a swollen head,
My girlfriend asked if I had fun I said,

Was I drunk?
Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me hell?
Did I get a thrill and am I full aquiver?
Was he rough? Did I care?
Am I glad I fell?
very time I think of him, do I shiver?

Was he high? And was I?
And would he stand for me?
He would not. Did I lie?
Does he still think I'm a baby?
If I was, am I still?
Do I care? Don't be sill!
Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me Hell?

Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
Did Mama give me Hell?
With his hands loose there's no refusing.
Did he fight? Was I blue?
Almost shamed to tell,
And I don't know yet the system he was using.
Well, I said, "Stop, please behave."
Well, what's the use of raving?
He said, "Give," so I gave.
After all what was I saving?
Am I glad? Holy Gee,
If I had fun, you're asking me.
Was I drunk? Was he handsome?
And did Mama give me Hell?



Music and lyrics by Charlie Farrell and Chick Endor.