Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.
At New York's Hastings High School,
we used to harmonize.
Me, John Hausman, Carl Peachman,
and a couple of city guys.
We were singing oldies,
but they were newies then
And today when I play my old 45s,
I remember when
We would practice in the subways,
the lobbies, and the halls
Crowded in a doorway,
singing doo -wops to the walls
And if we went to a party
and they wouldn't let us sing,
We'd lock ourselves in the bathroom
so nobody could get in.
We were looking for an echo,
an answer to our sounds,
A place to be in harmony,
a place we al most found.
And the girls would gather round us
And how our heads would swell
When we sang songs by the moon glows
Hard tones and dells
And when we sang sincerely
We really sang it high
Although it was falsetto,
we almost reached the sky.
There have been a lot of changes
since 1965.
Lot s of bad arrangements
we tried to harmonize.
Now we've turned into oldies,
but we were newies then.
And today when I play my old 45s,
I remember when
I used to sing with my friends.
Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.
A place to be in harmony,
a place we almost found.
Baba -wo -wo -
Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.
Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.
Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.
Looking for an echo,
an answer to our sound.