Gotta cute little girl and I call her Cinderella

I'm so in love with her

I'm the lucky guy that she calls her fella

And she always will I'm sure



We can dance all night at the record hop

Dance all night up til 12 o' clock

We can spend the night a-jumpin'

But my head would be a pumpkin

If I didn't get her home on time

I'd lose my love sublime

And maybe this head of mine



I'm her own Prince Charming

And her beauty's so alarming

When I pick her up at eight

Cinderella's so fine and she's always mine

For a regular weekend date



She's a real queen when she climbs aboard

Her royal coach: my hopped-up Ford

Then away we fly

Cinderella and I

To her favorite drive-in show

And at twelve it's home we go

But we drive home very slow

Listen to the radio



In the book it says

That the clock struck twelve

And the magic of her beauty was gone

Well the girls compare

But it stops right there

Cause my Cinderella's magic goes on



I may have to lose her at 12 o' clock

But my Cinderella's beauty doesn't ever stop

If you want to see

She's the one with me

She's the doll that makes my life complete

She's so pretty and soft and sweet

How could anyone be so neat

Mmhmm mmmm mmm