(Sam Cooke)
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Let me tell you about a place, somewhere up in New York way
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where the people are so gay, twistin' the night away
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Here they have a lot of fun, puttin' trouble on the run
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Oh man you'll find the old and young twistin' the night away
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Here's a man in evening clothes, how he got here I don't know
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but oh man, you ought to see him go, twistin' the night away
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He's dancing with a chick in slacks, she's moving up and back
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Oh man, there ain't nothing like twistin' the night away
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Feel much better
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Here's a fellow in blue jeans, who's dancing with an older queen
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dolled up in her diamond rings, twistin' the night away
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Man you ought to see her go, twistin' to the rock and roll
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Here you'll find the young and the old twistin' the night away
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They're twistin', twistin', everybody's doing great
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They're twistin' man, twistin', they're twistin' the night away
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Twistin', you know they're twistin', twistin' the night away
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They're twistin', twistin', man twistin' the night away
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Here they have a lot of fun, puttin' trouble on the run
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Oh man you'll find young and the old twistin' the night away
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Here's a man in evening clothes, how he got here I don't know
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I don't know but man you ought to see him go
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Twistin' the night away
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Twistin' the Night Way
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| Rod Stewart |
