Queen of ’59 Dion

The attic's filled with records
Unheard of for many years
When the radio plays old songs
She has no time for tears

She skipped a class reunion for the Homecoming Queen
And she knows she can't go back, friends
To sweet little 16

And the queen of 1959 is happy trying to be
A dedicated lady, she got love for a family
And she sure looks good to me
She's my everything
She treats me like a king
She's a lady

Ba-lalalala Ba-lalalala
Ba-lalala Ba-lalalala

My favorite cheerleader finds her hair streaked with gray
And instead of drivin' movies, she'd rather see a play
I know that her initials are carved in a desk somewhere
And like rock n roll heroes
Ponytails have been combed from her hair

And the queen of 1959 is happy trying to be
A dedicated lady, with love for a family
And she sure looks good to me
She's my everything
She treats me like a king
She's a lady