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Downtown, my darling dimestore thief |
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In the war of independence |
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Rock an' Roll rang sweet as victory |
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Under neon signs a girl was in bloom |
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And a woman was fading in a suburban room |
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I said, take me to the dance |
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Do you want to dance? |
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I love to dance |
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And I told him, they don't take chances |
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They seem so removed from romance |
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They've been broken in churches and schools |
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And molded to middle class circumstance |
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And we were rolling, rolling, |
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Rock 'n' Rolling |
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Downtown the dance halls and cafes |
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Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart |
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Just doing the latest dance craze |
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Gail and Louise in those push-up brassieres |
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Tight dresses and rhinestone rings |
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Drinking up the band's beers |
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Young love was kissing under bridges |
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Kissing in cars, kissing in cafes |
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And we were walking down main street |
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Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays |
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In France they kiss on main street |
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Amour, mama, not cheap display |
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And we were rolling, rolling, |
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Rock 'n' Rolling |
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Downtown in the |
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Pinball Arcade |
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With his head full of pool hall pitches |
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And songs from the hit parade |
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He'd be singing bye, bye, love |
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While he's racking up his free play |
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Let those |
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Rock 'n' Roll choir boys come and carry us away |
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Sometimes |
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Chickie had the car or |
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Ron had a car |
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Or lead foot |
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Melvin with his hot-wire head |
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We'd all go looking for a party |
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Looking to raise |
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Jesus up from the dead |
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And I'd be kissing in the back seat |
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Thrilling to the |
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Brando-like things that he said |
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And we'd be rolling, rolling, |
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Rock n' Rolling |
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Rolling, rolling, |
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Rock n' Rolling |
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Rolling, rolling, |
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Rock n' Rolling |
