Kids, if you want some fun,
Mister La Page is your man;
He's always laughing, having fun,
Showing his films in his den.
Come on, come on.
Soon you will be eighteen,
I think you know what I mean
Don't tell your mamma, your daddy or mamma,
They'll never know where you've been.
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last;
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last.
Listen to what I say,
He wants to show you the way
Right down the hallway with open arms
To teach you a new game to play.
Come on, come on.
Soon it will be too late,
Bobbing for apples can wait;
I know you're used to sixteen or more,
Sorry we only have eight
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last;
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last.
solo
Come on, come on.
Kids, if you want some fun,
See what you never have seen;
Take off your cheaters sit right down,
Start the projection machine.
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last;
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last.