Put on your bobbysox, baby,
pack up your old blue jeans.
There's a band playing down at the armory
That knows what rock and roll music means.
I want to ride in your fifty-five T-bird,
Back to those old memories
I ain't after your body, baby,
I just want you to dance with me.
I want to BOP with you baby, all night long
I wanna bebop with ya baby 'til the break of dawn
I wanna make it a night like it used to be
When our hearts were young and free
I want to BOP with you baby, all night long
I wanna bebop with ya baby 'til the break of dawn
I want to BOP with you baby, all night long
(Hook)
Let's twist and shout,
Just like in the good old days
Baby, watch out, you know I just can't stand it
When you look at me that way
Chorus: (but transposed up one whole tone; e.g.,)
I want to BOP with you baby, all night long
I wanna bebop with ya baby 'til the break of dawn
I wanna make it a night like it used to be
When our hearts were young and free