With Freddy Cannon Keep that Chubby Checker music Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep that Chubby Checker music Twisting all night long (all night long) Just like down in the country We're lounging Where society dames Go scrounging Around and around and Around and around we go Keep that Connie Francis music Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep that Connie Francis music Twisting all night long (all night long) Cause I'll tell you, mister cupid Use your aim, I'm gonna look stupid With that Connie Francis music Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep that Fats Domino twisting All night long (all night long) Keep that Fats Domino twisting All night long (all night long) Are you ready, able, willing Let's go stomp at Blueberry Hill And keep that Fats Domino twisting All night long (all night long) Keep that Johnny Mathis music Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep that Johny Mathis music Twisting all night long (all night long) Chances are when he delivers And his velvet tonsils quiver You'll want Johnny Mathis music Twisting all night long (all night long) (So who am I to say, I'm twisting) Keep that Freddy Cannon music Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep that Freddy Cannon music Twisting all night long (all night long) The first lass to twist their chassis Was this gal from Tallahassee Keep that Freddy Cannon music Twisting all night long (all night long) You're invited to a party A Freddy Cannon twist party Hundred eighty million twisters Across the USA Hey, Danny (yeah) Hey, Juniors (yeah, yeah, yeah) Are you coming to my party (yeah) Keep those Danny and The Juniors Twisting all night long (all night long) Keep those Danny and The Juniors Twisting all night long (all night long) And to Dorothy Kilgallen Don't take brains, it just takes talent To keep Danny and The Juniors Twisting all night long (all night long) Oh, when the saints go twisting in Oh, when the saints go twisting in I wanna be in that number When the saints go twisting in Oh, when the saints go twisting in Oh, when the saints...

She doesn't really care for him So there is nothing he can do The people want them to be seen But she just wants to run away He goes and spends the night away Hoping that she will want to stay She doesn't have a place to go She'll sit around a bit and play He wants her feeling comfortable He wants to watch the seed keep grow But she just isn't into that She'd rather hang out just three times He'll let her go but it's hard to forget She'll be living free of all the stress and heaviness

Never been a millionaire And I tell you, mama, I don? t care Never gonna own a race-horse Or a fast back mid-engine Porsche Don? t think I? ll own a private jet On the stock exchange, I? m no threat So won? t you help me make up my mind? Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Oh yeah Sitting in the moonlight glow Excuse me if my feelings show Watching all the trucks roll by Dreaming up an alibi You see, back home I? m considered the fool But maybe they? re right, I don? t know So can? t you help make up my mind? Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Who cares Daddy says he? ll buy me car To drive just as far as I need He wants me back at any expense He? s got a lot more money than sense Funny but now that I? m gone They all wanna be concerned Oh, please can you make up my mind Don? t you think I? d better get myself back home? Just don? t know what to do, oh yeah Maybe I? ll walk, maybe I? ll ride Maybe I? ll never ever decide Get out the way I gotta get on home Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah I gotta get home as soon as I can I gotta get home as soon as I can I gotta get home as soon as I can, oo