We never saw them holding hands   Or kissing all that much   They must have loved each other   Huh, there were 6 of us   Mama held the fort down   Dad he went to work   We never thought about what she meant to him   Or what he meant to her   Sometimes on a Saturday   They'd crank up that stereo   Grab a stack of old 45 records   We'd watch 'em put on a show      When the needle, hit the vinyl   Mama's hair came down   Dad he came unwound   In their own world   Just a boy and girl   We couldn't believe our eyes   How they came alive   When the needle hit the vinyl      Six kids on a worn out couch   We didn't say a word   Dad would put on "My Girl"   And sing it right to her   Mama she was glowing   Dad he made the perfect moves   Neither one of them seemed like   The mum and dad we knew   They both looked younger   As they went round and around   Under the spell of that popping cracking sound   Then something happened   When they danced to the slow ones   They got this funny look then said   "Okay kids it's time for bed"