Oh, every afternoon when the clock strikes four
(Bop bee ba, ba ba ba ba ba, bee ba)
A crazy bunch of kids crash through that door, yeah
(Bop bee ba, ba ba ba ba ba, bee ba)
They throw off their coats and leave the squares behind
And then they shake it, shake it, shake it, like they're losing their mind
You'll never see them frown
'Cause they're the nicest kids in town
Oh, every afternoon you turn your TV on
(Na, na na na na, na na na na)
Yeah, we know you turn the sound up when your parents are gone, yeah
(Na, na na na na, na na na na)
Then you twist and shout for your favorite star
And when you've practiced every step that's in your repertoire
You better come on down
And meet the nicest kids in town
Nice white kids who like to lead the way
And once a month we have our Negro Day
And I'm the man who keeps it spinning round
Mr. Corny Collins with the latest, greatest Baltimore sound
So every afternoon drop everything
(Bop bee ba, ba ba ba ba ba, bee ba)
Who needs to read and write when you can dance and sing?
(Bop bee ba, ba ba ba ba ba, bee ba)
Forget about your Algebra and Calculus
You can always do your homework on the morning bus
Can't tell a verb from a noun
They're the nicest kids in town
R-r-roll call!
I'm Amber, Brad, Tammy, Fender, Brenda, Sketch, Shelly, IQ, Lou Ann, Joey
Mikey, Nikki, Becky, Chris, Jessi, Ella, Holly, Noreen, Laureen... and I'm Link
So, if every night you're shaking as you lie in bed
Shake it, baby!
(Pony pony, ooh, pony pony)
And the bass and drums are pounding in your head
(Pony pony, ooh, pony pony)
Who cares about sleep when you can snooze in school?
I'll never get to college, but you'll sure look cool
Don't need a cap or a gown
When you're the nicest kids in town
They're the nicest, nicest
They're the nicest, nicest
Well, they're the sugar 'n' spicest
Nicest kids in... kids in town, woo!
Writer(s): Marc Shaiman, Scott Michael Wittman
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