Real Rock Drive - The Blasters

Oh, the sun goes down and the moon shines bright

It’s time for a ball on Saturday night

People gather 'round like bees on a hive

And boys start a-rocking out the real rock drive

And I’m gone!

Till the break of day

It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

Oh, you grab a little gal and you circle like a top

When you jump across the floor with a skip and a hop

Your pants rolled up and you’re truckin' on down

With a pretty little gal in a red silk gown

And I’m gone!

Till the break of day

It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

Dance the real rock drive and you ask for more

And your feet keep kickin' up splinters in the floor

You gotta be sharp and you gotta look alive

'Cause the joint’s really rockin' to the real rock drive

And I’m gone!

Till the break of day

It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way

If you wanna be happy and glad you’re alive

Just take off your shoes and do the real rock drive

Feelin' sort a low?

You’re bound to get a treat

Just slippin' and a slidin' to a real rock beat

And I’m gone!

Till the break of day

It’s a real rock drive and they play it in a real gone way!