Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We’ll be so glad to see you!
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us
Only the three of us!
We love you!
Phone rings, door chimes, in comes company!
No strings, good times, room hums, company!
Late nights, quick bites, party games
Deep talks, long walks, telephone calls
Thoughts shared, souls bared, private names
Then I awake and look around me
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming
For there’s a guard and there’s a sad old padre
Arm in arm, we’ll walk at daybreak
Again I touch the green, green grass of home
This here’s the queen of my double wide trailer
With the polyester curtains and the redwood deck
Sometimes she runs and I’ve got to trail her
Dang her black heart and her pretty red neck
I often look through her window
When she’s gettin’ dressed inside
But she don’t mind, she looks up to me
‘Cause I own a double-wide
I got a concrete block foundation
And she admires it so
She always comes a-knockin’
Whenever there’s a tornado
And she’s a
Trailer park woman
She’s a
Mobile home princess
She’s the
Queen of manufactured housing
Sleeping single in a double bed
Thinking over things I wish I’d said
I should have held you but I let you go
Now I’m the one sleeping all alone, oh
Sleeping single in a double bed
Tossing, turning trying to forget
I could be lying with you, instead
I’m sleeping single in a double bed
I met a gin soaked barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride (yeah)
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
Cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind (no)
You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl
Watch that scene
Diggin the dancing queen
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don’t you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They’re falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian