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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Brian Poole & The Tremeloes
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Cooke
Composition
Bobby Darin
Composition
Otis Blackwell
Composition
Winfield Scott
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mike Smith
Production
Paroles
Let me tell you 'bout a place
Somewhere up the New York way
Where the people are so gay
Twistin' the night away
Here they have a lot of fun
Puttin' trouble on the run
Man, you find the old and young
Twistin' the night away
They're twistin', twistin'
Everybody's feelin' great
They're twistin', twistin'
Yeah, twistin' the night away
Here's a man in evening clothes
How he got here, I don't know
But, man, you oughta see him go
Twistin' the night away
He's dancin' with a chick in slacks
She's a-movin' up and back
Man, there ain't nothin' like
Twistin' the night away
They're twistin', twistin'
Everybody's feelin' great
They're twistin', twistin'
Yeah, twistin' the night away
Every night I sit here by my window
Starin' at the lonely avenue
Watchin' lovers holdin' hands and laughin'
Thinkin' about the things we used to do
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' about the things we used to do
Well, I still can hear that jukebox softly playin'
And the face I see each day belongs to you
But though there ain't a sound
And there's nobody else around
There's just me thinkin' of the things we used to do
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) Like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride
What about the night we cried?
Things like a lover's vow
Things that we don't do now
Thinkin' about the things we used to do
You got me thinkin' about the things we used to do
And the heartaches of the friends I'm talkin' to
Yeah, starin' at the lonely avenue
Return to sender
Return to sender
I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
Bright and early next mornin'
He brought my letter back
She wrote upon it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such number
No such phone
We had a quarrel
A lover's spat
I write, "I'm sorry"
But my letter keeps coming back
So I dropped it in the mailbox
I sent a special D
Bright and early next mornin'
It came right back to me
She wrote upon it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such person
No such zone
Mm, this time I'm gonna take it myself
And put it right-a in her hand
And if it comes back the very next day
Then I'll understand her writing on it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such number
No such zone
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Return to sender
Written by: Bobby Darin, Otis Blackwell, Sam Cooke, Winfield Scott
