There's a story in our town of the prettiest girl aroundGolden hair and eyes of blue, how those eyes could flash at youHow those eyes could flash at youBoys hung round her by the schoolBut she loved the boy next doorWho worked at the candy storeDream on, dream on, teenage queenPrettiest girl we've ever seenShe was queen of the senior promShe could cook just like her momShe had everything at seaPure delight, this teenage queenPure delight, this teenage queenOther boys could offer moreBut she loved the boy next doorWho worked at the candy storeDream on, dream on, teenage queenYou should be a movie queenHe would marry her next springSaved his money, bought a ringThen one day a movie scoutCame to town to take her outCame to town to take her outHollywood could offer moreSo she left the boy next doorWho worked at the candy storeDream on, dream on, teenage queenSee you on the movie screenVery soon she was a starPretty house and shiny carsSwimming pool and a fence aroundBut she missed her old hometownBut she missed her old hometownBut she missed her old hometownAll the world was at her doorAll except the boy next doorWho worked at the candy storeDream on, dream on, teenage queenSaddest girl we've ever seenThen one day this teenage starSold her house and all her carsGave up all her wealth and fameLeft it all and caught a trainLeft it all and caught a trainLeft it all and caught a trainNext day she was at the doorOf the lonely boy next doorWho works at the candy storeNow this story has some moreYou'll hear it all at the candy storeYou'll hear it all at the candy store