About the SongBRISTOL STOMP

Bristol Stomp by The Dovells is a classic doo-wop song that has captivated audiences for decades. Released in 1961, the song became a massive hit, reaching number one on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

The song’s energetic rhythm and catchy melody create a danceable and upbeat atmosphere. The lyrics describe the excitement and joy of dancing the Bristol Stomp, a popular dance craze of the early 1960s.

The chorus, “Bristol Stomp, Bristol Stomp, everybody’s doing the Bristol Stomp,” is both catchy and infectious, capturing the song’s energetic spirit. The song’s arrangement is simple yet effective, with a prominent bassline and a driving beat.

Bristol Stomp has become a beloved classic, often played at retro dance parties and oldies concerts. Its enduring popularity is a testament to the song’s timeless message and The Dovells’ enduring appeal as a doo-wop group.Picture background

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Lyrics: Bristol Stomp

The kids in bristol are sharp as a pistolWhen they do the bristol stompReally somethin when they join in jumpinWhen they do the bristol stomp
Whoa whoa they start spinnin every friday nightThey dance the greatest and they do it rightWell its the latest its the greatest sight to see
The kids in bristol are sharp as a pistolWhen they do the bristol stompReally somethin when they join in jumpinWhen they do the bristol stomp(whoa, oh, oh, ah-ah-ah, oh)
Whoa whoa it started in bristol at a dee jay hopThey hollered and whistled never wanted to stopWe pony and twisted and we rocked with daddy g
The kids in bristol are sharp as a pistolWhen they do the bristol stompReally somethin when they join in jumpinWhen they do the bristol stomp
Its got that groovy beatThat makes you stomp your feetCome along and tryGonna feel fineAnd once you dance with meYoull fall in love you seeThe bristol stomp will make you mineAll mine
The stars are spinnin every friday nightThey dance the greatest if they do it rightBut its the latest its the greatest sight to see
The kids in bristol are sharp as a pistolWhen they do the bristol stompReally somethin when they join in jumpinWhen they do the bristol stomp
It started in bristol at a dee jay hopThey hollered and whistledNever wanted to stopWe pony and twistedAnd we rocked with daddy g
The kids in bristol are sharp as a pistolWhen they do the bristol stompReally somethin when they join in jumpinWhen they do the bristol stomp
Feel so fineOh, got to say, please, mineIm talkin (when they do the bristol stomp)Mine baby (kids in bristol…)

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