Night is falling, and
the streets are awake,
the kids are cruising around.
They find some oldies
and play miniature golf,
skippin’ all over town.

Check out those sideburns,
might be a surprise.
the jock is shootin’ the moon
Into the record shop,
with Weejuns and curls,
perhaps they’ll pick up a tune

Chorus
The 45’s,
They play the twist
The 45’s,
What’s on your list?

Might be a shimmy
or maybe a shake
looks like a break on the floor
Under the broken light
a pool of green eyes
the kids have been here before

There’s only half a dance
In quarter note time
Feels like a party for sure
Into the chorus they
get carried away,
the hook is coming around round round...

Chorus
The 45’s,
They play the twist
The 45’s,
What’s on your list?