Written by Dan Peek, ©1977 Found on Harbor. I hear you knockin' but you can't come in You wear your stockings like you think it's a sin Don't try to tell me you ain't been where you been 'Cause I know that you've been messin' round with him So slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Come on down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Oh down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Before it gets too late Before it gets too late I met you dancin' at the high school gym You rubbed against me my head started to spin You turned around gave me a wink and a grin And then you told me that you'd like to be friends Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't slow down Before it gets too late Before it gets too late Take it! (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) On down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) On down (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Don't try to tell me (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) You'll never sell me (Bop shoo wop, you'd better slow down) Before it gets too late I said before it gets too late You know before it gets too late Oh, hey