Any girl who's reached the
age of 17 or thereabout
Has but one desire in view
She knows she has reached the stage
of needing one to care about
Nothing else will really do
Childhood games are left behind
And her heart dates wing
Hop ing that it soon will find
Just one thing
We've got to have, we've got to have
For it's so dreary not to have
That certain thing called the boyfriend
We scheme about and dream about
And we've been known to scream about
That certain thing called
the boyfriend
He is really a necessity
If you want to get on
And we might as well confess it
He is our sinning one -on
We sigh for him and cry for him
And we would gladly die for him
That certain thing called the boyfriend
We plead to him, we need to him
In fact, our poor hearts plead to him
That certain thing called the
boyfriend
We'd stay for him and
stay for him
We'd even misbehave for him,
That certain thing called
the boyfriend.
Life without us is quite impossible,
And devoid of all chance.
No amount of idle gossip'll
Keep them out of our house.
We'll do without, can't do without,
Our dreams just won't
come true without,
That certain thing called the boyfriend.
We're moving out,
we're moving out
The dreams just won't
come to an end
There's a dead thing
called the boyfriend