Friday night, seventeen
Got my hands on the wheel
But my mind is on Jean
Her silhouette
I can't forget
I'm gonna ask her yet

My brothers truck, my Sunday slacks
I've been working all week
And I've got five bucks for gas
And just for luck
My grandfathers flask
It's gonna take some nerve to ask

Dance, Dance with me one more time
One more time
Dance, Dance with me one more time
Before the band is done
Before your Daddy comes
Dance, Dance with me one more time

She's the apple of his eye
And there's no way in hell
He'll let her out of his sight
There'll be trouble
Maybe a fight
If he knew what I had in mind
I see it now, as plain as day
A church and a chaplain
On our wedding day
Dressed in white
She looks so fine
You never know, she just might
I'm gonna have to ask her tonight