Emily

Lyrics for Emily

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