Dance with me like the 1950's

Be close to me like a sweat-filled t-shirt

At Highway Gardens in the 1950's

Dance with me like the 1950's

Like a knife in the boot in a Friday rumble

Be close to me

Be close to me

Be close to me

Hotter than a son of a b***h

Hotter than a son of a b***h

I never got to taste your kiss

I bet it is beautiful

Lay next to me like a coffin that meets the dirt

Lay next to me as they lower us to the dirt

It's like that BP Fallon song

They say time is an accordion

Well it's true

I'm simply glad that you're here

Hotter than a son of a b***h

Hotter than a son of a b***h

I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be

Hotter than a son of a b***h

Hotter than a son of a b***h

I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be

Beautiful

Beautiful

Christ, she's beautiful

Hotter than a son of a b***h

Hotter than a son of a b***h

I never locked lips with death but I bet it'd be

Hotter than a son of a b***h

Hotter than a son of a b***h

I never locked lips with you, I bet it'd be

Beautiful

Beautiful

Christ, she's beautiful

Beautiful

Beautiful

Christ, she's beautiful