Lyrics:

Well, the Magic Attic's where the music rolls
And the Army-Navy's got ol' Jackie Soul
Down on Peaches Corner there are good ol' boys
And Mother Fletcher's makin' lots of noise

They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Well, the Tams are playin' at the Port-O-Call
And the Drifters underneath the Boardwalk
At the Spanish Galleon and Ol' Fat Jack's
Jukebox playin' and the place is packed

You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Got the top down and the traffic's slow
Sun Fun Week and we all go
Where the girls are sunnin' and are lookin' good
Well, I never met 'em but I wish I could

And we'd go dancin' and shaggin' on the boulevard
We'd go dancin' and shaggin' on the boulevard

Well, the Embers singin' up on Ocean Drive
And the Castaways are gettin' loud tonight
At the Electric Circus they all gettin' down
And the Carousel's spinnin' 'round and 'round

See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard?
I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Well, I'm hangin' out down at Sloppy Joe's
They may doze but they never close
And the Bama Boys at the Bowery
Well, they can't dance, but they play for free

But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard