| Oh, the sun goes down and the moon shines bright
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| It’s time for a ball on Saturday night
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| People gather 'round like bees on a hive
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| And boys start a-rocking out the real rock drive
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| And I’m gone! |
| Till the break of day
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| It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way
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| Oh, you grab a little gal and you circle like a top
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| When you jump across the floor with a skip and a hop
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| Your pants rolled up and you’re truckin' on down
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| With a pretty little gal in a red silk gown
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| And I’m gone! |
| Till the break of day
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| It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way
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| Dance the real rock drive and you ask for more
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| And your feet keep kickin' up splinters in the floor
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| You gotta be sharp and you gotta look alive
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| 'Cause the joint’s really rockin' to the real rock drive
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| And I’m gone! |
| Till the break of day
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| It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way
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| If you wanna be happy and glad you’re alive
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| Just take off your shoes and do the real rock drive
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| Feelin' sort a low? |
| You’re bound to get a treat
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| Just slippin' and a slidin' to a real rock beat
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| And I’m gone! |
| Till the break of day
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| It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way! |