I go out with the crowd, I play the game,
pretending out loud but it don't seem the same.
For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight,
my part of the crowd is not with me tonight.
#2.
I remember the prom every dance with you,
all the crazy things that we used to do.
Sometimes we'd wait for a chance,
and then we'd steal away,
from the crowd and the dance to our hideaway.
#3.
Ohh, but you're gone and it's not the same old game
I fall apart each time I hear your na me.
Guess I'll go along with the crowd I'll make believe
that you'll come back to me run back to me
hurry back to the crowd, and me.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.