Downtown, my darling dimestore thief In the War of Independence rock 'n roll rang sweet as victory Under neon signs a girl was in bloom and a woman was fading in a suburban room
I said, "Take me to the dance" "Do you want to dance?" "I love to dance" And I told him, "They don't take chances They seem so removed from romance"
"They've been broken in churches and schools and molded to middle class circumstance" And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown, The dance halls and cafes Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart just doing the latest dance craze
Gail and Louise in those pushup brassieres, tight dresses and rhinestone rings, drinking up the band's beers
Young lovers kissing under bridges, kissing in cars, kissing in cafes And we were walking down the Main Street Kisses like bright flags hung on holidays
"In France they kiss on Main Street" "Amour, mama, not cheap display" And we were rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling
Downtown, in the pinball arcade With his head full of pool hall pitches and songs from the hit parade
He'd be singing "Bye, Bye, Love" while he's racking up his free play Let those rock 'n roll choir boys come and carry us away
Sometimes Chickie had the car Or Ron had a car Lead Foot Melvin with his hotwire head We'd all go looking for a party, looking to raise Jesus up from the dead And I'd be kissing in the back seat, thrilling to the Brando~like things that he said
And we'd be rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling rolling, rolling, rock n' rolling