Kids, if you want some fun, Mister La Page is your man; He's always laughing, having fun, Showing his films in his den. Come on, come on. Soon you will be eighteen, I think you know what I mean Don't tell your mamma, your daddy or mamma, They'll never know where you've been. Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last; Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last. Listen to what I say, He wants to show you the way Right down the hallway with open arms To teach you a new game to play. Come on, come on. Soon it will be too late, Bobbing for apples can wait; I know you're used to sixteen or more, Sorry we only have eight Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last; Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last. [solo] Come on, come on. Kids, if you want some fun, See what you never have seen; Take off your cheaters sit right down, Start the projection machine. Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last; Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last.