Paul Anka

PAUL ANKA

 

 

All we teenagers wanna thanka

You, songwriter Paul Anka,

For writing songs that sound dumb

With stupid tunes that we can hum.

And you make the young girls all sigh

When you warble: “Yi yi yi”.

 

Sure all the adults blanch and gag

Every time you start to brag

You got a girl you really love,

Who comes from Heaven up above.

 

As for me, I think you would be great

Outside these United States.

Maybe Canada is a little sick,

If that’s where you learned music.

I don’t want to hear you holler

About a leg on your shoulder.