I was in an Arizona tavern

I sat down to dinner

Chicken fajitas with nachos and peppers

A bite stuck in my windpipe, it gave me a fright

I choked and I gagged, and I saw this sight



In coordinated outfits

Promenading 'cross the dance floor

Rehearsing their moves while they waited for the salad

Her cowboy boots were red with black trim

And he was so handsome, so tall and so slim



Were they angels of mercy or dance instructors?

I was so lucky, it was one chance in a million

That they were there in Arizona to go dancing.



They two-stepped to my table

And hugged their arms around me

Pulled me to my feet and we whirled across the floor

The squeezed me so tightly my peppers popped free

I thought it was Heimlich

But it might have been Arthur Murray



Were they angels of mercy or dance instructors?

I was so lucky, it was one chance in a million

That they were there in Arizona to go dancing