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"




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