Written by randy owen, teddy gentry, and greg fowler



Well the magic attic's where the music rolls

And the army-navy's got ol' jackie soul

Down on peaches corner there are good ol' boys

And mother fletchers makin' lots of noise

They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard



Well the tams are playin' at the port-o-call

And the drifters underneath the boardwalk

At the sapnish galleon and ol' fat jacks

Jukebox playin' and the place is packed

You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard



Got the top down and the traffic's slow

Sun fun week and, we all go

Where the girls are sunnin' and lookin' good

Well i never met 'em but i wish i could

And we'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

We'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard



Well the embers singin' up on ocean drive

And the castaways are gettin' loud tonight

At the electric circus they all getin' down

And the carousel's spinnin' round and 'round

See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard



Well i'm hangin out down at sloppy joes

They may doze but they never close

And the bama boys at the bowery

They can't dance but they play for free

But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard


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