Kings and Queens

Well, you’re siting at my elbow
Perched high atop a bar room throne
We’re in a long line of great 
Friday night escape artists
I got a double Irish
And you’re sipping your sour apple martini
The band begins their eulogy
To the all too real, life crushing day

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
Your sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night

Well, you’re hanging from my elbow
As we spin across this crowded floor
I never dance, I took a chance
You looked so good to me
The frat boys at the bar are making fun
Of my smooth stepping moves
The bass is thumping and we’re all jumping
In slow motion

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
A sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night

Well, we hooked elbows
And we roll down the street arm in arm
We closed them out, we shut them down
Making memories, we’ll never remember
We’re screaming jukebox melodies
At all the burning street corner lights
Excitement dripping into the night
I pound my chest and kiss it all goodnight

Those were the days when we howled at the moon
A sundress clinging to your back 
As you flit across this hot sticky room
The door explodes into the night
Leaking out all those pent up pheromones
Roll down the concrete
Find someplace to rest our weary bones
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night
We were the kings and queens of another Friday night