Lyrics

In this town on Friday night there's one place to go
Molly's Burger Palace down on Riverside Road
A great cheeseburger and a screaming jukebox
Golden oldies to the latest, man the whole place rocks.

One night that Wurlitzer just gave up the ghost
The deafening silence was a shock
Then a guy stood up to tell us his name was really Elvis
And started singing "Jailhouse Rock".

THE NIGHT THAT MOLLY'S JUKEBOX DIED
YOU COULDN'T BUY A BETTER TIME IF YOU TRIED
WE SANG AND WE DANCED, WE LAUGHED UNTIL WE CRIED
THE NIGHT THAT MOLLY'S JUKEBOX DIED.

It didn't take long for the thing to catch on
Everybody taking turns singing their favorite song
Hank, George, Loretta, Willy N. and Johnny C.
The Beatles and the Eagles, CCR and Jerry Lee.

Now and then we'd sing a little off key
And the words, you know, they didn't always rhyme
But every stool was grabbed for drummin, air guitars were strummin'
Spoons were used for keeping time.
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They say the morning after the place was a disaster
And Molly's joint will never be the same
Now folks will drive a hundred miles for the time of their lives
One little broken wire's to blame.
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