Dance Hall Shoes

I'm gonna grab a cup of coffee, you grab a pot of your tea
 The way this night's a-going, we're gonna need more caffeine
 I've gathered all my sugar, bring your vat of cream
 We're gonna go out jukin', slip on your dance hall shoes
 We'll improv to jazz and pour our rhythm to the blues
 With no regulators, we're gonna blow a fuse
 Come on, take a turn
 Come on, feel the burn
 Come on, take a turn
 No place for concern
 If we play it right, we'll still be moving by morning light
 You've got your pretty brown hair all locked up in braids
 I've got my worn out jeans, honey, we've got it made
 We'll keep on rolling as long as the bands play
 We'll meet up at the diner and get some vittles to eat
 We'll take a little break and refuel, angel, my treat
 But the music won't stop and neither will our feet
 Come on, take a turn
 Come on, feel the burn
 Come on, take a turn
 No place for concern