I just don't care about the evening news   I never listen to the crackhouse blues   They say the city is the place to be   I wanna dance with Emily    Everybody come around the window shop   I guess they never seen the moves I got   I wanna be with what the people see   I wanna dance with Emily       Emily, sweet baby, won't you be my wife   Cutting me wide open with a kitchen knife   Everybody said that she is underage   Honky tried to shoot me with a 7 gage       Now I got the cookies that your momma sent   I got permission from the government   Someone should mention to the minister   Now I gotta dance with Jennifer       Jenny's got a mousehole full of pigeon scum   On top a mountain made of bubble gum   Don't understand what all the grief is for   Now I gotta dance with Eleanor       Eleanor, I wonder if we grew too slow   Straight down the hatch beneath the streetlight's glow   Baby when I get you on that persian rug   That's the kind of movies I've been dreaming of       I'll tell you something that you'd think I know   I got two tickets to the sold out show   Some of the fellas like to think I'm Greek   I wanna love you maybe three days a week       I just don't care about the evening news   I never listen to the crackhouse blues   I wanna be with what the people see   I wanna dance with Emily   I wanna dance with Emily