Janis Ian — At Seventeen Live on The Old Grey Whistle Test

[Spoken Introduction] Phew, I thought this was gonna be a lot more scarier than it is 'Cause I'm wearing my glasses, which makes it much easier This song, um was written about a time in my life when I was really weird looking And, uh, there were all these girls I was going to school with Who were really terrific looking And they were like cheerleaders, and very tall, and long blonde hair I was very short, with curly dark hair And I was always trying to make it get straight And it would always after I set it And it would go, "Sloop!", like that For cheerleaders [Verse 1] I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth [Chorus] And those of us with ravaged faces Lacking in the social graces Desperately remained at home Inventing lovers on the phone Who called to say, "Come dance with me" And murmured vague obscenities It isn't all it seems At seventeen [Verse 2] A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve They only get what they deserve" And the rich-relationed hometown queen Marries into what she needs With a guarantee of company And haven for the elderly [Chorus] Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain In debentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town eyes will gape at you In dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received At seventeen [Guitar solo] [Verse 3] To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today When dreams were all they gave for free To ugly duckling girls like me [Chorus] We all play the game and when we dare To cheat ourselves at solitaire Inventing lovers on the phone Repenting other lives unknown They call and say, "Come dance with me" And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen