Oh those fiddles there, ay Charlie You got to dance with who brung you Swing with who swung you Don't be a fickle fool And you came here with a gal, who's always been your pal Don't you leave her for the first unattached girl, it just ain't cool You got to dance with who brung you Swing with who swung you Life ain't no forty-yard dash Be in it for the long run In the long run you'll have more fun If you dance with who brung you to the bash I had a friend in Texas He really had some style He sang that good old Western Swing and drove 'em wild, wild, wild And when the talent scout from Vegas said "Boy, press and sing this way" And in one short year he was broke in L.A You got to dance with who brung you Swing with who swung you Life ain't no forty-yard dash Be in it for the long run In the long run you'll have more fun If you dance with who brung you to the bash (everybody) Why, it's the South Austin Symphony Orchestra You gotta be real careful what you wish for 'Cause you just might get The whole darn thing Be sure what you want is really something you can use Or you might wind up out there Singing the Blues You got to dance with who brung you Swing with who swung you Life ain't no forty-yard dash Be in it for the long run In the long run you'll have more fun If you dance with who brung you Swing with who swung you Dance with who brung you to the bash This song is dedicated to man's best friend The chicken 'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickensTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
