| Called you possum, in your baby curls,
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| You were mummy’s problem, but you were daddy’s girl,
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| Those curls have grown now to a long ponytail,
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| Now you’re my teenager, country style.
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| You rocked me daddy, in my baby chair,
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| And mummy would say we were a crazy pair,
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| When a-rockin' with the baby, it drives you wild,
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| But love you my daddy-o, country style.
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| With your transister everywhere you go,
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| You’ll live by the rhythm of the teenage show,
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| But you know country music, I can see by your smile,
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| 'Cause you’re my teenager, country style.
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| I know all the crazes their doin' today,
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| I just like music any kind of way,
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| But your kind of music, dad, is of a country mile,
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| Rolls on forever, country style.
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| When you’re on vacation and you’re with the show,
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| You’re my star attraction, well I reckon so,
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| Then our country music takes on a new style,
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| Sung by a teenager, country style.
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| Let’s get together and all clap hands,
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| And spread our music all over the land,
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| All over Australia, night after night,
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| Let’s sing together, country style,
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| Let’s sing together, country style,
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| Let’s sing together, country style |