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Lying in bed on a weekday night listening to the title fight |
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From a town the radio said was Atlantic City |
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The branches brush the windows the hour is early evening |
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And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion |
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Frankie is the one, you know |
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Frankie is the boy |
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I hope my sister's listening |
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From her place in Illinois |
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And though the world is turning darkly |
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All the stars are out tonight |
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There are dreams still shining, redefining |
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All that makes us feel alright |
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I feel alright baby |
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I feel alright |
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Lying in bed in the afternoon listening to Frankie Lymon tunes |
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While the people make their way home from the dusty city |
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The breezes blow the curtains the hour is early evening |
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Frankie's singing songs just like a champion |
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Frankie was the one, you know |
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Frankie was the boy |
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My sister shook his hand the night |
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He played at the Savoy |
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Though the world was turning darkly |
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All the stars were out that tonight |
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There are dreams still shining, redefining |
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All that makes us feel alright |
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I feel alright baby |
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I feel alright |
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Frankie is the one, you know |
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Frankie is the boy |
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Frankie bears the weight of |
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All our sorrow and joy |
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For though the world is turning darkly |
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All the stars are out tonight |
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There are dreams still shining, redefining |
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All that makes us feel alright |
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I feel alright |
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I feel alright |
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I feel alright |
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I feel alright baby |
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I feel alright |
