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July 4, 1961
Well HELLO MARY LOU,
You won’t believe this but I just HEARD IT THROUGH THE GRAPEVINE that someone else was
getting a DOUBLE SHOT OF MY BABYS’ LOVE. Right now TIME WON’T LET ME alone ever
since I heard GLORIA saying please, BE MY BABY. I was just WALKIN’ THE DOG when I SAW
HER STANDING THERE. She came right out and told me she would GIVE ME SOME LOVIN in
the MIDNIGHT HOUR. She guaranteed we would feel JUST LIKE ROMEO AND JULIET; all I
had to do was HOLD ON TIGHT. But I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW, thanks to the warm
I remember when I was playing the field; all I ever thought was WHY DO FOOLS FALL IN
LOVE? I’d give anything to get back to someone like sweet little SHEILA. You remember her
don’t you? OH DONNA, if your sister lets you read THE LETTER I wrote from SAN
FRANSCICO, you know I’d be taking ROUTE 66 back to see that little BROWN EYED GIRL.
Then maybe CUPID can draw back his bow because until now this TRAVELING MAN
has just been SINGIN’ THE BLUES.
I’ve got to find some kind of LOCOMOTION because WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE!
Maybe I could hitch a ride with MUSTANG SALLY; you know I was BORN TO BE WILD if I’m
thinking of asking her for a ride. Remember when you and I used to cruise down to
PALISADES PARK just to KEEP ON DANCIN’ to ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC on a BEAUTIFUL
SUNDAY afternoon. If it rained we kept time with the wipers and the RHYTHM OF THE RAIN.
By the way, did you hear that BONEY MARONEY really did DO RON-RON after she drank that
bottle of LOVE POTION # 9? I guess it is just another example of we really have to LOVE
ONE ANOTHER because a little SUGARTIME will go a long way towards making it a
Poor LOUIE LOUIE told everyone that I FOUGHT THE LAW after spending a few hours
drinking down at MARGARITAVILLE, don’t believe him. There are always two sides to every
story and BLACK IS BLACK because THAT’LL BE THE DAY I’d be handcuffed by that CHAIN
IT’S MY PARTY next weekend but it will be just ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT unless I can find
a little RUNAWAY to be my DREAM LOVER. After all, what would a WORLD WITHOUT LOVE be
like? If I can’t hook up with her, DO YOU WANNA DANCE the LA BAMBA, or maybe LET’S
TWIST AGAIN? We can do anything that you wanna do but LET’S DANCE to that hot little
oldies band called THE RUNAWAYS.
All my Loving,
*Written as a tribute to a local 50’s/60’s cover band called the “RUNAWAY’S” using their play