The Drifters

They call themselves the Drifters

and they put on quite a show.

Whenever they're appearing

I always try to go.

The audience goes crazy,

clapping ~ ~ ~ tapping of the feet,

moving ~ ~ ~ twisting ~ ~ ~ swaying

to the rhythm of the beat.

I remember them from the time

I was young enough to dance;

I have changed . . . they have not,

they still put me in a trance.

I'm so glad they found the time,

to join us in DC,

'cause when I listen to them,

I'm not 66 but 23.

Music, they say hath charms,

to soothe the savage breast;

Rock 'n' Roll is still alive,

and I believe, has stood the test.