Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

I sing the body electric Sing the body electric I sing the body electric, baby Grand Ole Opry, feelin' alright I'm on fire We get down every Friday night Dancin' and grindin' in the pale moonlight Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind Elvis is my

Oh-ooh-whoa-ooh-oh-oh If you wanna party, put your hands up Don't play me just kiss me Put your hands up put your hands up Tonight I'll say Put your hands up And I swore that I would never say I miss you more every day

I want you to be the one that's on my mind On my mind, on my mind I want you to be there on a Monday night Tuesday night, every night Are you gonna be the one that's on my mind? 3-6-5, all the time I want you to be the one to stay And give me the night

Baby, we're the new romantics 'Cause, baby, I could build a castle Out of all the bricks they threw at me And every day is like a battle But every night with us is like a dream The best people in life are free Come on, come along with me Heart break is

Your heaven's trying everything To break me down 'Cause it's almost like And I can't seem to find my way home To keep me out Your heavens trying everything Another day in this carnival of souls Another nights ends, end as quickly as it goes The memories

Get your party right, it's a Friday night Lime on the rim of that dixie silver Smokin' up a faded out 4x4 I brought the songs and you brought the party Only one way to do it up right Everybody goes where eveybody knows That anything goes on a Friday

No one, no one, no one Oh oh oh oh Can get in the way of what I'm feeling Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you You and me together Through the days and nights I don't worry 'cause Everything's going to be alright People keep talking they

I found a thrill to press my cheek to At last, my love has come along my lonely days are over, and life is like a song At last,the skies above are blue My heart was wrapped in clover Every since the night I looked at you And I found a dream that I could

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away