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Downtown |
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My darling dime store thief |
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In the War of Independence |
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Rock 'n' roll rang sweet as victory |
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Under neon signs |
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A girl was in bloom |
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And a woman was fading |
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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 rock 'n' rolling |
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Downtown |
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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 |
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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, rock 'n' rolling |
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Downtown |
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In the 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 rock 'n' roll boys |
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Come and carry us away |
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Sometimes Chickie had the car |
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Or Ron had a car |
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Or Lead Foot 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 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 Brando-like things that he said |
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And we'd be rolling rolling rock 'n' rolling |
