Lyrics

I remember the day
my momma taught me to Twist
She said “boy don’t let them
tell you that it’s not in the wrist.
You first begin by taking the floor,
then you snap those fingers
until they are sore!”

Now my momma
she had so much finesse
She raised us up
under much duress
So now when I Twist
I hold my head up high
Cause this dance will get better
as time goes by

I find myself Twisting on the job
I find myself Twisting
til I can’t stop
At home I Twist daily
in front of the mirror
Every day of every year

Well I believe Twisting is
good for the soul
It’s better than Shakin’
in a rut or a hole
I’ll never forget
what my momma said
I intend to be twisting
til the day I’m dead

You first begin by taking the floor
Then you snap those fingers
until they are sore
Don’t you worry about
who’s gonna see
Cause when you’re Twisting
you’re closer to Thee

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My Momma’s daddy
worked his fingers to the bone
With his own hands
he built their little home

But Granddad he never
learned to Twist
He kept his hands in a tight fist

But near the end of his life
he saw mistakes he’d made
He learned to Twist
and his soul was saved

It only goes to show
that you’re never too old
Come on let’s Twist
before the night gets cold

You first begin by taking the floor
Then you snap those fingers
until they are sore

Don’t you worry about
who’s gonna see
Cause when you’re Twisting
you’re closer to Thee
Ah closer to Thee

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Dit dit dit dit doit doit
Dit di doit