In France They Kiss On Main Street

Downtown, my darlin', dime store thief

In the War of Independence, rock 'n' roll rang sweet as victory

Under neon signs, a girl was in bloom

And a woman was fading in a suburban room

I said, "Take me to the dance, do you want to dance? I love to dance"

Oh-whoa-oh, do you want to dance?

And I told him, "They don't take chances

They seem so removed from romance"

They've been broken in churches and schools

And molded to middle class circumstance

And we were rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'

Downtown, the dancehalls and cafés

Feel so wild you could break somebody's heart

Just doing the latest dance craze

Gail and Louise in those push-up brassieres

Tight dresses and rhinestone rings

Drinkin' up the band's beers

Young love was kissin' under bridges, kissin' in cars, kissin' in cafés

And we were walkin' down Main Street

Kisses, like bright flags, hung on holidays

In France, they kiss on Main Street

Amour, mama, not cheap display

And we were rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'

Downtown, in the pinball arcade

With his head full of pool hall pitches

And songs from the hit parade

He'd be singin', "Bye, Bye, Love"

Bye, bye, love

While he's rackin' up his free play

Let those rock 'n' roll choir boys come and carry us away

Sometimes Chickie had the car or Ron had the car

Or Lead Foot Melvin with his hot-wire head

We'd all go lookin' for a party, lookin' to raise Jesus up from the dead

And I'd be kissin' in the back seat

Thrillin' to the Brando-like things that he said

And we'd be rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'