Too young to go steady, Too young, I hear her say, She says we're not ready, But then why am I feelin' this way? Too young, so she tells me, She says, we'll have to wait, Why wait . . . 'Till it may be too late? Can she realize she drives me wild, Is she made of stone? Must she always treat me like a child, Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up? Someday, she'll be sorry, Someday, just wait an' see! She'll wish . . . She'd gone steady . . . With me! ( Can she realize she drives me wild, Is she made of stone? Must she always treat me like a child, Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up? ) Someday, she'll be sorry, Someday, just wait an' see! She'll wish . . . She'd gone steady . . . With me! She'll wish . . . She'd gone steady . . . With me! Music by Jimmy McHugh with lyrics by Harold Adamson , 1955 Arranged by O.B. Masingill