Medley: Twistin' the Night Away / Things / Return to Sender Songtext
von The Tremeloes

Let me tell you ′bout a place
Somewhere up a 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'
They′re twistin' the night away Here's a man in evenin′ clothes
How he got here, I don′t know, but
Man, you oughta see him go
Twistin' the night away
He′s dancin' with the chick in slacks
She′s a movin' up and back
Oh man, there ain′t nothin' like
Twistin' the night away
They′re twistin′, twistin'
Everybody′s feelin' great
They′re twistin', twistin′
They're twistin' the night away


Every night
I sit here by my window (window)
Staring at the lonely avenue (avenue)
Watching lovers holding hands and laughing (laughing)
And thinking bout the things we used to do
(Thinking about things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride (yeah yeah)
What about the night we cried
Things like a lovers vow
Things that we don′t do now
Thinking bout the things we used to do
Well I still can hear the jukebox softly playing (playing)
And the face I see each day belongs to you (belong to you)
But though there ain′t a sound
And theres nobody else around
Well it's just me thinking of the things we used to do
(Thinking about things) Like a walk in the park
(Things) like a kiss in the dark
(Things) Like a sailboat ride (yeah yeah)
What about the night we cried
Things like a lovers vow
Things that we don′t do now
Thinking 'bout the things we used to do
You got me thinking about the things we used to do
And the heartaches are the friends I′m talking to
Yes staring at the Lonley avenue

(Return to sender)
(Return to sender)
I gave a letter to the postman
He put it in his sack
Bright early next morning
He brought my letter back
She wrote upon it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such number
No such zone
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
And sent it special D
Bright and early next morning
It came right back to me
She wrote upon it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such person
No such zone
This time I'm gonna take it myself and put it right in her hand
And if it comes back the very next day then I'll understand
The righting on it
Return to sender
Address unknown
No such number
No such zone
(Return to sender)
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