[Chorus: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, full chest, shouted] Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned Six months of Tuesday nights, now it's my turn Squeeze that box, let the rubboard burn Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned [Verse 1: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, fast] Every Saturday at the hall off the bayou road I'm holding up the wall while the good dancers go And there's Odile in the red boots spinning the room Leading every man like the wind lead a broom Couldn't two-step, couldn't waltz, couldn't count to four Last time I tried it, put a man on the floor So I found old Lenny, eighty-two, by the gas station Tuesday nights in his kitchen, two-step education Six months dancing with a mop and a chair Lenny with his cane going one, two, there Back step, side step, turn her out slow Lead with your chest, son, let your knees go [Chorus: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, full chest, shouted] Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned Six months of Tuesday nights, now it's my turn Squeeze that box, let the rubboard burn Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned [Verse 2: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, story mode, loud] Saturday comes and I cross that floor Knees going loose like a screen door Ask her to dance and she give me a grin Says I been waiting six months, now come on in First turn, she let me lead like a man in a dream Second turn, she following light as the steam Never stepped on a toe, never missed a beat Like the floor was a river and it ran to our feet Said where'd you learn to follow, girl, you always lead She said Lenny, Thursday nights, same kitchen, same need [Bridge: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, floor clears, the hall backs off and the accordion and rubboard tear into the fastest two-step of the night] Back it up, back it up, give 'em room Old Lenny in the corner with his cane going boom Accordion crying and the rubboard on fire Two left feet just got hired [Final Chorus: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, full chest, shouted, whole band] Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned Six months of Tuesday nights, now it's my turn Squeeze that box, let the rubboard burn Floor's all yours, cher, show me what you learned [Outro: Hooting zydeco-rock male lead, hooting, the band rides out and the last accordion chord rings and fades] Tuesday and Thursday Same kitchen, cher Show me what you learned [End]
