John T. Wurzer - Teenage Idol

He was a teenage idol; who made teenage idols
Everyone was a fan. He was American Bandstand

He was a game show hoster, a pyramid scheme toaster
He had the perfect tan, he was American Bandstand

He was a rockin' New Year; he was the voice of yesteryear
He was a teenage middle-aged man, he was American Bandstand

You gotta jump, shout, and boogie to the top of that pyramid
You gotta watch the crystal ball, fall, in awe of everything that he did
He was the ageless one, America's son; he had a good long run
He was a helluva man
He was American Bandstand

He was American Music; no one could refuse it
His hourglass out of sand. He was American Bandstand

He was a teenage idol; who made teenage idols
He was American Bandstand

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John Wurzer

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