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 

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 

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 
and 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 

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 

Frankie is the one, you know 
Frankie is the boy 
Frankie bears the weight of 
all our sorrow and our 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