in france they kiss on main street

downtown, my darling dime store thief, in the war of independence, rock 'n' roll rang sweet as victory, under neon signs, a girl was in bloom, and a woman was fading, in a suburban room, i said take me to the dance, do you want to dance?, i love to dance, and i told him, they don't take chances, they seem so removed from romance, they've been broken in churches & schools, and molded to middle class circumstance, and we were rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin', downtown, the dance halls and cafes, feel so wild you could break somebody's heart, just doing the latest dance craze, gail and louise, in those push up brassieres, tight dresses and rhinestone rings, drinking up the band's beers, young love was kissing under bridges, kissing in cars, kissing in cafes, and we were walking down main street, kisses like bright flags hung on holidays, in france they kiss on main street, amour, mama, not cheap display, and we were rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin', downtown, in the pinball arcade, with his head full of pool hall pitches, and songs from the hit parade, he'd be singing "bye, bye, love", while he's racking up his free play, let those rock 'n' roll choir boys, come and carry us away, sometimes chickie had the car, or ron had a car, or lead foot melvin with his hotwire head, we'd all go looking for a party, looking to raise jesus up from the dead, and i'd be kissing in the back seat, thrilling to the brando-like things that he said, and we'd be rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rolling, rollin', rollin', rock 'n' rollin'