| Brown suede shoes and corduroys | |
| Greasy hair not out of choice | |
| Trying hard to blend in with the boys | |
| Standing in the corner of the room | |
| He would see her every Friday night | |
| Watching all the guys hold her so tight | |
| Looks in her eyes | |
| But she doesn't even know his name | |
| He would give her just anything | |
| To hear her voice | |
| To hear her sing | |
| "I love you" | |
| Climbing mountains so high | |
| He won't give in | |
| Risk the thin thread of life | |
| To find his dream | |
| There is no turning back | |
| In the face of attack | |
| Looking for the key of her heart | |
| She's the reason of his dreams | |
| Heroine to his pirate king | |
| Marilyn to his Jimmy Dean | |
| Swept away to the sound of violins | |
| Friday night and it's all for real | |
| She don't know just how he feels | |
| Maybe this could be her lucky day | |
| He would give her just anything | |
| To hear her voice | |
| To hear her sing | |
| "I love you" | |
| Climbing mountains so high | |
| He won't give in | |
| Risk the thin thread of life | |
| To find his dream | |
| There is no turning back | |
| In the face of attack | |
| Looking for the key of her heart |