The saga continues:

As always, the answer is Vince.

So now then-- who wrote this song, and what exactly is it called, and is a digital copy available? Google has not helped.

It's great to be a child,
running crazy wild,
burning up the road with gasoline.
And smash the car to rubble,
get all the girls in trouble,
you can't be arrested when you're sweet 16.

The cops will take my zip-gun,
but not until I clip one,
when they frisk us to see if we're clean.
They'll take out finger ink prints,
call us juvenile delinquents
but we won't go to prison 'cause we're sweet 16.

You gotta have hair,
miles of greasy black hair
and without a tattoo
you can be sure that you are a square.
You gotta have hair.

We'll gang up on the sluggin'
and a-killin' and a-muggin'
it's just like trick-or-treat on Halloween.
In my rod another nitch made,
unless I use my switchblade
so I can buy some reefer
'cause I'm sweet 16.

I'm a real gone commando,
just like Marlon Brando
my black leather jacket's real keen.
My hero's name is Elvis,
he rocks me to the pelvis
I wanna go out and be mean.

And the cops won't suspect me,
the laws all protect me
I can get away with murder
(haha!)
because I'm only sweet 16.