Swing Era from Fireside by Bottom Dwellers

Well the swing era is gone
And all the spats that sat uppon
All the two-toned shoes that danced the floors

Now I sit in SCUBA gear
While the mistress of the year
Speaks in seven different languages

She caught me on her skis
Just to shoot a little breeze
Any day there’s no better Attaché

From the Duke of tempreance hall
She got an envite to the ball
That described she would swim there all the way

Oh, oh, oh I’m going swingin’
Oh oh, oh she’s going swimin’

Well the ball it wasn’t cool
And the swim it was in a pool
Then the chlorine turned her dress from blue to gray

As I listened to her speak
I could feel my knees go weak
And my vision began to blur without a doubt

I dropped my SCUBA gear
’Cause the mask it wasn’t clear
And my two-tones coulnd’t manage all that spray

My tie was far from tight
She learned her knots from a shipwright
But she told me I should let it all go

Oh, oh, oh I’m going swingin’
Oh oh, oh she’s going swimin’

• Americana
• Country
• alt.country
• california
• sacramento
• woodland
• Woodland