I wish that I was eighteen
Do all the things you read in a magazine
I’m not sayin’ I wanna be Charlie Sheen
And she’s just a little bit older
But I want to get to know her
She says it’s already over

So tell me what else can I do?
I bought my fake i.d. for you

And she told me to meet her there
I can’t afford the bus fare
I’m not old enough for her
I just hate not being eighteen
You got me waiting in a queue
For a bar I can’t get into
I’m not old enough for you
I’m just waiting ‘til I’m eighteen…