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The boys were singing shing-a-ling |
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The summer night we met |
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You were tan and seventeen |
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O how could I forget |
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When every star from near and far |
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Was watching from above |
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Watching two teenagers fall in love |
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The way we danced was not a dance |
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But more a long embrace |
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We held on to each other and |
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We floated there in space |
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And I was shy to kiss you while |
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The whole wide world could see |
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So shing-a-ling said everything for me |
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And O the poor old old folks |
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They thought we'd lost our minds |
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They could not make heads or tails |
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Of the young folks' funny rhymes |
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But you and I knew all the words |
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And we always sang along to |
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O sham-a-ling-dong-ding |
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Sham-a-ling-dang-dong |
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So after years and after tears |
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And after summers past |
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The old folks tried to warn us |
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How our love would never last |
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And all we'd get was soaking wet |
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From walking in the rain |
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And singing sham-a-shing-a-ling again |
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And O the poor old old folks |
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They smile and walk away |
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But I bet they did some |
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Sham-a-lama-ding-dong in their day |
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I bet that they still close their eyes |
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And I bet they sing along to |
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O sham-a-ling-dong-ding |
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Sham-a-ling-dang-dong |
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O those sweet old love songs |
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Every word rings true |
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Sham-a-ling-dong-ding means sweetheart |
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Sham-a-ling-dang-dong does too |
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And it means that right here in my arms |
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That's where you belong |
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And it means sham-a-ling-dong-ding |
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Sham-a-ling-dang-dong |
