Gypsy Jones

Gypsy Jones
I can tell by the way you move your hips
your something baby
your bringin me back to 1974
I follow you down to the ground
where the family man is runnin his train
We.’re going to a place where night never falls

All we fancy, This thing called dancing
Come lady, tell me your name,
“call me Gypsy Jones”
Come lady, show me the way,
“follow Gypsy Jones” Woah
I could swear your the girl from the flick
where Travolta got his fame
This club is the only place that’s stayin alive
Who’s the man at the table with the polyester
and the gold chain?
I swear I’ve seen him before in a different medium
All we fancy, This thing called dancing
Come lady, tell me your name,
“call me Gypsy Jones”
Come lady, show me the way,
“follow Gypsy Jones” Woah
Walk into the disco ball babe
Right into another decade
Eric Clapton’s singin cocaine
And this night is well on it’s way!
Come lady, tell me your name,
“call me Gypsy Jones”
Come lady, show me the way,
“follow Gypsy Jones” Woah
Come lady, tell me your name,
“call me Gypsy Jones”
Come lady, show me the way,
“follow Gypsy Jones” Woah

Yeah
All right.