Lying in bed on a weekday night

Listening to the title fight

From a town the radio said was Atlantic City

The branches brush the windows

The hour is early evening

And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion



Frankie is the one, you know

Frankie is the boy

I hope my sister's listening

from her place in Illinois



For though the world is turning darkly

all the stars are out tonight

There are dreams still shining, redefining

all that makes us feel alright



Lying in bed in the afternoon

listening to Frankie Lymon tunes

While the people make their way home

from the dusty city

The breezes blow the curtains

the hour is early evening

and Frankie's singing songs just like a champion



Frankie was the one, you know

Frankie was the boy

My sister shook his hand the night

he played at the Savoy



And though the world is turning darkly

all the stars are out tonight

There are dreams still shining, redefining

all that makes us feel alright



Frankie is the one, you know

Frankie is the boy

Frankie bears the weight of

all our sorrow and our joy



For though the world is turning darkly

all the stars are out tonight

There are dreams still shining, redefining

all that makes us feel alright

I feel alright