Kissin' and Twistin' - Chubby Checker, Fabian

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head

I used to kiss my baby

Every time I took her to a dance

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

But since she started twisting

Now I never even get a chance

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

I wanna get some loving

But I find I’m in an awful fix

Cause twisting and kissing

Are two things that just don’t mix

Can’t mix twisting and a kissing

Can’t mix kissing and a twisting

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head

She looks like a yogi, yeah

She’s twisting and a spinning about

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

She’s a female pretzel

That just needs some straightening out

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

I move a little closer cause

I’m ready and I wanna get kissed

Oh, but my finger popping baby

Always hits me in the face with a fist

Can’t mix kissing and a twisting

Can’t mix twisting and a kissing

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head

She looks like a yogi, yeah

She’s twisting and a spinning about

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

She’s a female pretzel

That just needs some straightening out

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…)

I move a little closer cause

I’m ready and I wanna get kissed

Oh, but my finger popping baby

Always hits me in the face with a fist

Can’t mix kissing and a twisting

Can’t mix twisting and a kissing

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head

Can’t mix twisting and a kissing

Can’t mix kissing and a twisting

Yeah, yeah, my face is red

When I aim for her lips

I kiss the back of her head