Sides face, grand square
Riding down the road in my pick-up truck
You'd better get ready, 'cause I'm pickin' you up
With a full moon shining and a little bit of luck
We'll run out of gas and we'll maybe get stuck
Four boys promenade the inside, go walking 'round and go
Come back and swing and promenade her home
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you, sittin' next to me

Head (side) two gonna promenade, halfway and go
Walk into the middle and pass the ocean you know
Extend and then you swing thru and the boy, you run right
Tag the line all the way through and cloverleaf tonight
Girls come in square thru, count 'em three
Boys reach in with a left courtesy turn and promenade
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you, sittin' next to me

Sides face, grand square
Barbeque chicken in aluminum foil
Just enough money for my gas and oil
Who needs your shrimp and your caviar?
I'd sooner have you just the way you are
Four boys promenade the inside, go walking 'round and go
Come back and swing and promenade her home
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you, sittin' next to me

Sides face, grand square
If the Good Lord's willin' when we're old and gray
The kids are grown up and moved away
We'll be rockin' there side by side
With a barbeque chicken and the TV guide
Four boys promenade the inside, go walking 'round and go
Come back and swing and promenade her home
There ain't no place that I'd rather be
Next to you, sittin' next to me