## Metadata
**Caption:** 90s country, zydeco-influenced, accordion and fiddle, upbeat dance groove, female vocal
**BPM:** 100
**Duration:** 175.0s
**Key:** B♭ major
**Time Signature:** 2

## Lyrics
[verse]
Every Friday when the sun goes down
There's a little dance hall on the edge of town
Accordion wheezing, fiddle catching fire
Whole place jumping like a live wire
Grandma's dancing with a man half her age
Nobody cares, it's a Friday stage

[chorus]
Down at the Twist and Shout
That's where we let it all hang out
Boots on the floor and hands in the air
Everybody's welcome, everybody's there
Down at the Twist and Shout
Dance till the morning, no doubt
That little hall on the edge of town
Never lets a Friday down

[verse]
The cook flips burgers to the beat of the drum
Kids spin circles till their heads go numb
Old Pierre plays the same three chords
But nobody's counting, nobody keeps score
Sweat on the windows, laughter in the air
This little hall don't have a single care

[chorus]
Down at the Twist and Shout
That's where we let it all hang out
Boots on the floor and hands in the air
Everybody's welcome, everybody's there
Down at the Twist and Shout
Dance till the morning, no doubt
That little hall on the edge of town
Never lets a Friday down

[bridge]
Doesn't matter what your troubles are
Leave them parked outside with the car
Come on in and let the music heal
Ain't no problem the Twist can't steal

[chorus]
Down at the Twist and Shout
That's where we let it all hang out
Boots on the floor and hands in the air
Everybody's welcome, everybody's there
Down at the Twist and Shout
Dance till the morning, no doubt
That little hall on the edge of town
Never lets a Friday down