| lyric | Remember the tune that your daddy would play
when a pretty balloon could make you happy
and gay, oh Cindy.
Right on his knees you were singing the song
feeling really at ease, knowing where you
belonged, oh Cindy.
He couldn’t stop you getting older
watched you grpowing to his shoulder
dreaming of his sunny days with Cindy,
but he felt with understanding
sunny days might soon be ending
whe Rock ’n’ Roll would berak into your life:
Rock ’n’ Roll would change his baby
to a lovely llittle lady,
someone else would come
and call her Cindy.
Rock ’n’ Roll would see her dancing
waking up and start romancing
’til the day when she would go away. |