YOU'RE KNOCKING ME OUT
WRITTEN BY NEIL SEDAKA / HOWARD GREENFIELD

When we start a'dancin' I'm a nervous wreck,
Your kinda shakin' has a rare effect.
I can't stop a'flippin' over what you're doin',
That kinda beat can drive a man to ruin.
Slow down baby, can ya hear me shout,
Stop, you're knockin' me out.
 
Crazy 'bout your rhythm when you're rock n rollin',
All I'm askin' honey is that you control it.
Your dancin' is entrancin', oh, yes indeedy,
But my one objection is you're much too speedy.
Slow down baby, can ya hear me shout,
Stop, you're knockin' me out.
 
We go dancin', and everything is fine,
We're romancin', the music is divine.
Then the band starts to syncopate,
You jump from thirty three to seventy eight.
 
Spinnin' like a record on a record machine,
You've got me goin' dizzy over your routine.
The way ya shake your shoulders and the way ya twist 'em
Starts a chain reaction in my nervous system.
Slow down baby, can ya hear me shout,
Stop, you're knockin' me out.
 
oh now, we go dancin', everything is fine,
We're romancin', the music is divine.
Then the band starts to syncopate,
You jump from thirty three to seventy eight.
 
Spinnin' like a record on a record machine,
You've got me goin' dizzy over your routine.
The way ya shake your shoulders and the way ya twist 'em
Starts a chain reaction in my nervous system.
Slow down baby, can ya hear me shout,
Stop, you're knockin' me out.
Slow down baby, can ya hear me shout,
Stop!

 
 

 

 

 
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