The wet highway
looks like a light from a laser beam
this growing up is getting old
the speedometer's buried at one thirty three

Teenage girls they always come in threes
if this is the tender age how come no one speaks to me
hanging outside her window I see them laugh
at the sad song by Jan and Dean

I wish I could write a teenage death song
get it played on the rock and roll radio
I wish they could play it while I skidded off
the coast highway at dawn
I wish I could write a teenage death song

I get a little nervous sometimes
shoot the puppies and I don't know why
gonna get me a red windbreaker
shoot all the shrinks and speed into the night
where the bikers hold their secret rites
behind the truckstop on Saturday nights

Seems like everybody comes in threes
If I'm at the tender age then why won't he go with me
things get hard in the night with the wind and the speed

I wish I could write a teenage death song
spill my guts out all over the radio
instead I'm skidding out to whatever's on
rolling down the chicken cliffs at dawn
I wish I could write a teenage death song
Oh I wish I could write a teenage death song

I get a little nervous sometimes
shoot the puppies and I don't know why
gonna get me a red windbreaker
shoot all the shrinks and speed into the night
where the bikers hold their secret rites
behind the truckstop on Saturday nights

Teenage girls they always come in threes
if this is the tender age how come no one speaks to me
hanging outside her window
I see them laugh...