Written by Thelma Blackmon
D Well, I thought that you were wantin' romance D But all you ever do is dance, dance, dance G So I boppity bop the whole night long D To the knocked out music of a jukebox song A G D One thing I gotta know, I gotta know, I gotta know D A D If our love's the real thing where's my weddin' ring Yes, we rocked and rolled till the broad daylight You're a little too pooped to kiss your baby goodnight I know you've had it when the rockin' is through So I let you go home what else could I do One thing I gotta know Well, I thought that you were wantin' romance When you're on that floor you're cool man cool But when it comes to lovin' you need to go to school You know I'm longin' for a weddin' day But all you ever do is play, boy play One thing I gotta know