Winter’s going away, it’s hard to believe
but we got through it;
the earth is thawing, girls are pretty,
it’s warm in the Hotel.
Some walk around
with a little gold chain in their hands
and others, a little less lucky, with a knife.
"Oh, do I do it, or not?"
He gulped down his double tequila,
he went through all the dancers
and he asked her :
"D’you wanna dance a long, slow dance with me?"
‘Cause there’s nothing worse than an horror movie
when you live in a ghost town,
a little later, they drove down
the road leading to the dumpyard.
It was one of those balmy evenings
where things go all the way;
he thanked the Moon
for driving a station-wagon.
Oh! she nestled against him,
in moments like these, a spark is enough,
like when fire catches in the hay
and burns down the whole barn.
They lowered the seat,
and he asked her:
"So, what’s your name?"