HOW DO-WOP STARTED
I'll get scant credit for this one,
but these marbles, now, are all
in the bag and I've got places to
go. Outside in the alley, I can
remember, how we used to stand,
and play the radio, and sing along.
Some crusty girls up on the fire
escape above were laughing, and
then they'd pull the plug. It
happened every time. We kept
on, 'sans music,' as it were. I
bet that's how do-wop started.
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