Slide Across The Floor

Intro

Sha-la-la, sha-la-la

Put a quarter in, baby

Let the little red light spin

Verse 1

You got cherry Coke foam on your upper lip

I got grease on my cuffs from my daddy’s old shift

Your white socks shine on the checkerboard tile

And the cook yells, “Order up!” every once in a while

There’s a thunderbird parked by the telephone pole

With your brother in front saying, “Don’t lose control”

But you’re tapping your heel like you already know

This booth was made for leaning in close

Pre-Chorus

The clock over Rosie’s says ten-fifteen

Your mama thinks you’re home reading magazines

But your hand’s on the table, two inches from mine

And the jukebox coughs up a 45

Chorus

So slide, slide, baby, across that floor

Let the whole diner holler for one song more

Spin me around till my black shoes squeak

Till the moon hangs low over Maple Street

Oh, I don’t need a Cadillac, crown, or ring

Just your name in my mouth when the backbeat swings

Slide, slide, baby, don’t let go

When the saxophone cries and the lights burn low

Verse 2

Your lipstick print’s on a paper straw

I fold it in my pocket like a little love law

You laugh when I miss that turn on the beat

Then pull me back sharp with your hand on my sleeve

Old Mr. Bell keeps sweeping one spot

Pretending he don’t see what we almost got

And outside the window, the cool kids smoke

But you’re looking at me like we’re the private joke

Pre-Chorus

The rain starts ticking on the awning tin

Your curfew’s knocking but we won’t let it in

One more nickel, one more try

That jukebox knows I’m too young to lie

Chorus

So slide, slide, baby, across that floor

Let the whole diner holler for one song more

Spin me around till my black shoes squeak

Till the moon hangs low over Maple Street

Oh, I don’t need a Cadillac, crown, or ring

Just your name in my mouth when the backbeat swings

Slide, slide, baby, don’t let go

When the saxophone cries and the lights burn low

Bridge

Someday they’ll tear this place down flat

Sell the stools, paint over where we sat

But I’ll still hear your laugh in the fry cook bell

Still smell rain on your ponytail

And when my knees don’t move this quick

I’ll tap two fingers to that same old lick

Thinking, Lord, we were something to see

Two broke hearts with a jukebox key

Final Chorus

Slide, slide, baby, across that floor

Let the whole diner holler for one song more

Spin me around till my black shoes squeak

Till the moon hangs low over Maple Street

No Cadillac, no diamond ring

Just your name in my mouth when the backbeat swings

Slide, slide, baby, don’t let go

Sha-la-la, let the good night roll

Outro

Sha-la-la, sha-la-la

Quarter in the jukebox

And your hand in mine

Sha-la-la, sha-la-la

We were almost late

But right on time