early on this summer's eve, slide my arms through jacket sleeves. part my hair, i can't

believe that she is going out with me. picked her up at half-past eight. told her dad we'd

not be late. she looked good. no, she looked great. tonite she is my prom date. when i felt

the boutineire you gently pinned upon my coat, and every word that i could summon came

out mummbled when i spoke. you're my prom queen tonite. i'm sorry i don't dance so

well. i've got two left feet and you can tell. your dancing's pretty swell. you better believe

that i'm jel'. when i felt the boutineire you gently pinned upon my coat and every word that

i could summon came out mummbled when i spoke. you're my prom queen tonite. la la

lalala la la la la lalala. and you said 'it ain't no thing. even though you cannot swing. and

you said that 'it's alright,' that i could do just what i like. you're my prom queen tonite.

prom, prom, prom, tonite.