[Verse 1]
Sweet sixteen goes to church
Just to see the boys
Laughs and screams and giggles
At every little noise
Turns her face a little
And turns her head awhile
But everybody knows she's
Only putting on the style

[Chorus]
She's putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

[Verse 2]
Well, the young man in the hot rod car
Driving like he's mad
With a pair of yellow gloves
He's borrowed from his dad
He makes it roar so lively
Just to see his girlfriend smile
But she knows he's only
Putting on the style
[Chorus]
Yeah, he's putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style

[Verse 3]
Preacher in the pulpit
Roars with all his might
Sing Glory Hallelujah
Puts the folks all in a fright
Now, you might think it's Satan
That's a-coming down the aisle
But it's only our poor preacher, boys
That's putting on his style, yea

[Chorus]
Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style, yea
[Banjo Solo]
La, la, la, la, la

[Chorus]
Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style, ay

[Chorus]
Putting on the agony
Putting on the style
That's what all the young folks
Are doing all the while
And as I look around me
I sometimes have to smile
Seeing all the young folks
Putting on the style