A Freshman and a Sophomore - Bobby Vinton

Ya, ya, ya, ya

You’re a freshman

Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, ooooh

I am in love with a girl in my school

But I don’t have a chance

Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore

She won’t give me a second glance

There really isn’t much difference in our age

Maybe just a year or two

What difference will it make if she is mine

When she’s one hundred and I’m ninety-nine

You’re a freshman

She is so pretty and she’s just my type

She makes me flip my lid

Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore

She treats me like a kid

Her friends would say she’s robbing the cradle

They would laugh at her

That’s why my love doesn’t have a chance

Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore

Ya, ya, ya, ya

You’re a Freshman

She is so pretty and she’s just your type

She makes me flip my lid

Because you’re a freshman and she’s a sophomore

She treats me like a kid

Her friends would say she’s robbing the cradle

They would laugh at her

That’s why my love doesn’t have a chance

Because I’m a freshman and she’s a sophomore

Ya, ya, ya, ya

You’re a freshman

Ooooh, oooooh, ooooh, oooooh, ooooh

Ya, ya, ya, ya

You’re a freshman