Swingin’ Summer Nights…

It was Friday night….we all couldn’t wait… Told Betty Sue…I’d pick her up at eight… Said…be ready…and…don’t be late…(yeah) Everyone was going down…to Lander’s Mill. Second left…just past the ole’ Jefferson still. Sawdust on the floor… Plenty of slidin’ and groovin’ (whoa) Bodies hot and sweaty…with all the shakin’ and movin’ Ain’t no better fun on a hot summer night. Then swingin’ with my Betty Sue…man it feels so right. Movin’ and groovin’ As I pull her in…close. Givin’ her a peck on the cheek. As I swing her around…as the floor boards creak. Band playin’ loud…raisin’ the roof off the place.(oohh) Echo’s coming from the guy…who is playing bass. Drummers in his groove…rippin’ on the skins. Lead singer beltin’ out the song…as everybody grins. Friday summer nights….are always a ball. Fun had by all…before we head back to school…in the fall. Memories we’re making….but livin’ for today. Betty Sue and I are just dancing the night away. (oh yeah) Ain’t no better fun on a hot summer night. Then swingin’ with my Betty Sue…man it feels so right. Movin’ and groovin’ As I pull her in…close. Givin’ her a peck on the cheek. As I swing her around…as the floor boards creak. Look forward to Friday night….we all can’t wait… Each week…I tell Betty Sue…I’ll pick her up at eight… Said…be ready…and…don’t be late…(yeah) Great times at Lander’s Mill. …second left past the ole’ Jefferson still (still)