"What's Shakin' On The Hill" Written by Nick Lowe There's a cool wind blowing in the sound of happy people At a party given for the gay and debonair There's an organ blowing in the breeze For the dancers hid behind the trees But I ain't never gonna see What's shakin' on the hill That I someday may be joining in is just wishful thinking Cause admission's only guaranteed to favored few There's a waiting list and plenty more In a long line leading to the door So I'll never know for sure What's shakin' on the hill I'm too blue to be played with And I get heartaches So they tell me no dice It isn't allowed In that carefree crowd To be seen with tears in your eyes So I make out I don't wanna know but I'm the pretender Kicking cans 'round while that happy sound keeps cracking on Though I long so strong to be inside With the blues is where I do reside So I'll forever be denied What's shakin' on the hill Though I long so strong to be inside With the blues is where I do reside So I'll forever be denied What's shakin' on the hill | |