The cats are going crazy Mona Lisa, they say my future is stone, they say they make all the right calls, to all the right numbers that the fat cats know, and these wheels are meant for burning, and there wings weren't meant to last, and in the end it's all fireworks and smoke rings, a treacherous road baby try not to crash

Keep your singing voice golden, and keep your red shoes on, I wana sing rock and roll, and buy my baby something nice to take home, I wana dance with the poor girls senora, I just wana dance

And after all it's a crazy dream baby, and all these good cards burn up in a flash, now my minds getting late Cinderella, and how long before these dresses turn right back to rags?

And don't forget about my home boy, he almost died at them gates, and thank the good Lord, for sending his angels in a '49 mercury for lighting fast getaways

Keep your singing voice golden, and keep your red shoes on, I wana sing Mowtown soul, and buy my baby something nice to take home, I wana dance with the poor girls senora, I just wana dance

They're not your friends, they all want to sell your blood, but isn't that why every one signs up, well, get it baby, keep your eyes on that cadillac, keep your feet dancing before they say your too old

Keep your singing voice golden, and keep your red shoes on, I wana sing rock and roll, and buy my baby something nice to take home

And keep your singing voice golden, and keep your red shoes on, I wana sing Mowtown soul, and buy my baby something nice to take home

I Keep my singing voice golden, and I'll keep my red shoes on, I wana sing rhythm and blues, and crack this old heart, baby, made of stone


Lyrics submitted by Ril3y

Tin Pan Alley song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain