I just don't care about the evening news,
I never listen to the crackhouse blues,
They say the city is a place to be,
I want to dance with Emily.

Everybody come around the window shop,
I guess they've never seen the moves I got,
I want to be with what the people see,
I want to dance with Emily.

Emily, sweet baby, would you be my wife?
Could it be wide open with the kitchen knife,
Everybody said that she's under age,
I could try to shoot her with the seven gage.
Now I got the cookies that yourr momma sent,
I got permission from the government,
Someone should mention to the minister:
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer.

Jenny's got a mouth so full of pidgeon's cum,
On top of mountain they'd a bubblegum,
Don't understand what all the grieve is for,
Now I gotta dance with Eleanore.

Eleanore I wonder if we go too slow,
Straight down the hatch we need the streetlights glow,
Baby when I get you on a persian rug,
That's the kind of movie that I'm dreaming of.
“Uuuhuh”

I tell you something that you think I'd know,
I got two tickets to the sold out show,
Some of the fellas like to think I'm Greek,
I want to love you maybe three days a week,
“Ohohoh”.

I just don't care about the evening news,
I never listen to the crackhouse blues,
I want to be with what the people see,
I want to dance with Emily.

I want to dance with Emily.

Writer : CALDWELL, BOBBY/KOZ, DAVE/LORBER, JEFFREY H
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing