What's Shakin' on the Hill

There's a cool wind blowing in the sound of happy people

At a party given for the gay and debonair

There's an organ blowing in the breeze

All the dancers hid behind the trees

But I'm never gonna see what's shaking on the hill

That I someday may be joining in's just wishful thinking

'Cause admission's only guaranteed to favored few

There's a waiting list and plenty more

In a long line leading to the door

So I'll never know for sure what's shaking on the hill

I'm too blue to be played with and I get heartaches

So they tell me no dice

It isn't allowed in that carefree crowd

To be seen with tears in your eyes

So I make out I don't wanna know but I'm the pretender

Kicking cans 'round while that happy sound keeps cracking on

Though I long so strong to be inside

With the blues is where I do reside

So I'll forever be denied what's shaking on the hill

What's shaking on the hill

What's shaking on the hill

What's shaking, what's shaking, what's shaking, what's shaking

Shaking on the hill

What's shaking on the hill