Introduction

The Drifters – “Save the Last Dance for Me” is a musical masterpiece that transcends generations. Released in 1960, this enchanting track is a classic by the American doo-wop and R&B group, The Drifters. With its soothing melody and heartfelt lyrics, it has etched its name in the annals of music history.The Drifters – The Vocal Group Hall of Fame

Did You Know?

Did you know that “Save the Last Dance for Me” was written by the legendary songwriting duo, Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman? It’s a song that captures the essence of romance and anticipation. The song’s title was inspired by a real-life event; Doc Pomus, who was wheelchair-bound due to polio, attended his brother’s wedding and asked his wife to save the last dance for him. This touching story adds an extra layer of depth to the song.

The Drifters, known for their impeccable harmonies and soulful sound, breathed life into this track with their velvety voices. Lead vocalist Ben E. King’s rich baritone voice is particularly enchanting in this rendition. The song’s magnetic appeal has led to numerous covers and has been featured in various films and TV shows, solidifying its status as a timeless classic.The Drifters | Artists | Black Music Project

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Lyrics: Save the Last Dance for Me

You can dance every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye,
Let him hold you tight
You can smile every smile for the man
Who held your hand
Beneath the pale moon lightBut don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So, darlin’, save the last dance for meOh, I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine,
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart
To anyoneAnd don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So, darlin’, save the last dance for meBaby, don’t you know I love you so?
Can’t you feel it when we touch?
I will never, never let you go
I love you, oh, so much

You can dance, go and carry on
‘Til the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home,
You must tell him “No”

‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine,
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart
To anyone

And don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So, darling, save the last dance for me

So, don’t forget who’s taking you home
Or in whose arms you’re gonna be
So, darling, save the last dance for me

Oh, baby, won’t you save the last dance for me?
Ooh, you make a promise that you’ll save the last dance for me
Save the last dance, the very last dance for me.

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