PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

She wears a cute white pair of bobby-sox
with bows in her hair
He's got a duck-tail greased in latest style
and they call it "flair"
They roam around the gym
like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
But they do a dance so darned risque`
that everyone stares

CHORUS:
Oh, the band was playin' all night
...tear up the hop
and the dance they couldn't get right
...tear up the hop
the chances were that they might
...tear up the hop
before the night was over
before the night was done
he was tryin' to tell her she was
his one and only one

There's some swagger and bravado
in the way that he talks
And seduction staggers through
nearly every door that she walks
But when the jitterbug twists
them around everyone gawks
They're waltzing while the band
is playing "Rock Around the Clock!"

CHORUS:
Oh, the band was playin' all night
...tearin' up the hop
and the dance they couldn't get right
...tearin' up the hop
holdin' on for dear life
...tearin' up the hop
before the night was over
before the night was done
he was gonna tell her she was his
one and only one

And like the Sputnik shot in to the sky
jaws dropped in surprise
They tore up the hop
but soon the faculty realized
They danced a bit too close
for all the sensitive eyes
Even a shoulder tap to separate
them failed to untie

CHORUS:
Oh, the band was playin' all night
...and they tore up the hop
and the dance they couldn't get right
...tore up the hop
in a trance they were excited
and they tore up the hop
soon the night was over
now the night is done
he tried to tell her she was his
one and only one