Bill Haley and his Comets Real Rock Drive (1954)

Текст песни "Bill Haley and his Comets — Real Rock Drive (1954)"

Oh, the sun goes down and the moon shines bright
It's time for a ball on Saturday night
People gather 'round like bees on a hive
And boys start a-rocking out the real rock drive
And I'm gone! Till the break of day
It's a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

Oh, you grab a little gal and you circle like a top
When you jump across the floor with a skip and a hop
Your pants rolled up and you're truckin' on down
With a pretty little gal in a red silk gown
And I'm gone! Till the break of day
It's a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

Dance the real rock drive and you ask for more
And your feet keep kickin' up splinters in the floor
You gotta be sharp and you gotta look alive
'Cause the joint's really rockin' to the real rock drive
And I'm gone! Till the break of day
It's a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

If you wanna be happy and glad you're alive
Just take off your shoes and do the real rock drive
Feelin' sort a low? You're bound to get a treat
Just slippin' and a slidin' to a real rock beat
And I'm gone! Till the break of day
It's a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way!