Any girl who's reached the
age of 17 or thereabout,
has but one desire in view.
She knows she has reached the stage
of needing one to care about.
Nothing else will really do.
Childhood games are left behind,
and her heart can't swing,
hoping that it soon will find
just one thing.
We've got to have,
we've got to have,
for it's so dreary not to have,
that cer tain thing called
the boyfriend.
We scheme about, and dream about,
and we've been known
to scream about,
That certain thing called
the boyfriend.
He is really a necessity
if you want to get on,
And we might as well confess it,
he is our sinning one -on.
We sigh for him and cry for him,
And we would gladly die for him,
That certain thing called the boyfriend.
We plead to have, we need to have,
In fact our poor hearts plead to have,
That certain thing called
a boyfriend
We'd stay for him,
and stay for him
We'd even misbehave for him
That certain thing called a
boyfriend
Life without us is quite impossible
And devoid of all chance
No amount of idle gossip'll
Keep them out of our arms
We'll do without, can't do without
Our dreams just won't
come true without
That certain thing called the boyfriend
We're movin' out, I'm movin' out,
Our dreams just won't
come true without
A certain thing called a boyfriend.