Play a Dance Song

Worn-out guitar in a worn-out bar,
The crowd was getting thin,
A few people talkin,
A few people drinkin,
Almost nobody comin in,
Then a guy in a T-shirt
With a woman in a tight skirt
Came in floatin on air,
They both knew what they wanted to do
As they called out a dive bar dare:
"Play a dance song, play a dance song,
Play it the rest of the night,
Words don't matter, you can cut the chatter,
Just keep the rhythm tight."

He could glide real sweet,
Slide his feet,
And show off his lady.
She had short blue hair,
And everybody there
Could see she was lithe and leggy.
A few people stood up, some more came in,
There was a crowd in no time at all,
Weaving and shakin with the others forsaken
At the dive bar midnight ball.

"Play a dance song, play a dance song,
Play it the rest of the night,
Words don't matter, you can cut the chatter,
Just keep the rhythm tight."

A few nights later we were playin in a diner
For a crowd fallin into their beer.
It was a hopeless venue with a dangerous menu
And music no one could hear.
That couple came in looking real trim,
Now she had jet black hair.
There was nowhere to dance,
Too many hanging plants,
But they clearly didn't care.

"Play a dance song, play a dance song,
Play it the rest of the night,
Words don't matter, you can cut the chatter,
Just keep the rhythm tight."

Two years later we were playing in a theatre
Wound up and ready to rage.
Up walked that lady with a nine-month-old baby
And set her down on the stage.
The kid could bob her shoulders, clap her hands in time,
Before she ever learned to walk,
Funny how the song flows, funny how the time goes,
Funny how we're born to rock.

"Play a dance song, play a dance song,
Play it the rest of the night,
Words don't matter you can cut the chatter,
Just keep the rhythm tight."