Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my wife
I got permission from the government
Straight down the hatch beneath the streetlight's glow
I got two tickets to the sold out show
I'll tell you something that you'd think I know
On top a mountain made of bubble gum
Someone should mention to the minister
I wanna dance with Emily
Everybody come around the window shop
I wanna dance with Emily
Now I got the cookies that your momma sent
Now I gotta dance with Jennifer
Eleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow
Cutting me wide open with a kitchen knife
I wanna be with what the people see
Honky tried to shoot me with a 7 gage
Everybody said that she is underage
Baby when I get you on that Persian rug
Now I gotta dance with Eleanor
I wanna be with what the people see
I never listen to the crack house blues
Don't understand what all the grief is for
Some of the fellas like to think I'm Greek
Jenny's got a mouse hole full of pigeon scum
They say the city is the place to be
Oh, I just don't care about the evening news
I wanna love you maybe three days a week
I guess they never seen the moves I got
That's the kind of movie that I'm dreaming of
