The Capris are an American doo wop group who had a one-hit wonder in 1961 with "There's a Moon Out Tonight." They experienced a popularity and performing resurgence in the 1980s, when three members reformed and The Manhattan Transfer recorded their song, "Morse Code of Love," which reached the US Hot 100 and the U.S. AC top 20.
All of the original members were Italian Americans from the borough of Queens in New York, United States. Started by first tenor Mike Minceli, the original group coalesced in 1958 – also including Nick Santo (Santmaria) lead baritone, second tenor Frank Reina, baritone Vinnie Narcardo, and bass John Cassese. Their name was taken from the Lincoln Capri. In 1959, they recorded two songs for Planet Records, "Indian Girl," and "There's a Moon Out Tonight." When the record sold badly, they disbanded and went their separate ways. Frederick Allen, a late night radio disc jockey continued to play their song, piquing the interest of Jerry Greene, an employee of the Times Square Record Store. Greene purchased the master and re-issued the record on Lost Nite Records. WINS 1010's disc jockey Murray the K played the song often, and it sold well. Realizing that their manufacturing and distribution capacity could not meet the demands of a hit record, Greene and Lost Nite sold their interest to Old Town Records, which had the capacity meet the needs of the 1961 number three national hit.
I walk by with smoke in my eyes
Like we don't know where we've been
That's it boy, just state your case
You're just as wrong as you were then
Want to move? Throw your hands up
Say I don't make no rules
No one even knows I'm here
Now it's all you to man up
You see no way to hang on what you say
[Hook:]
We're the keepers, while we sleep in America
Our house is burning down, our house is burning
We're the keepers, while we sleep in America
Our house is burning down
Our house is burning down (Down now keepers, down)
Our house is burning down
Ask me why, dream that you buy
But later want is a dangerous thing
Watch out for the snakes ride past
And turns around and it sucks you in
What happens when you get stuck?
Get to the bottom of the illusion that you're in
From the roof now, it's your go
No one else without will do you in
[Hook]
And not a thing I've done obeys my fear
And not a thing I've done obeys
And still I never have to run
We are gone, we are gone
On our hills where we all are done