Besedila: Everything But The Girl. Boxing and Pop Music.

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

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

I feel alright baby
I 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
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

Though the world was turning darkly
All the stars were out that tonight
There are dreams still shining, redefining
All that makes us feel alright

I feel alright baby
I feel alright

Frankie is the one, you know
Frankie is the boy
Frankie bears the weight of
All our sorrow and 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
I feel alright
I feel alright
I feel alright baby
I feel alright