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...
Writer(s): Bob Crewe, Frank C Slay Jr
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