Emily Songtext / Lyric

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