Nobody filled a sweater
Quite like my sweater girl
And no one in a poodle skirt
Could match her swing and swirl
Nobody could cut a rug
Like my sweater girl could do
And when it came to necking
She’d be the one for you
It didn’t matter what she wore
She was the cutest by a mile
In PF Fliers and pedal pushers
Or at the hop putting on the style
Nobody filled a sweater
Like my sweater girl could
And if I could go back fifty years
Then I promise you I would
