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