Live It Up

Be ever so polite, if ya want to impress a gals, Ma and Pa
Park outback for a while, smokin’ n swiggin’ in the back of ones car  
Get yourselves tipsy, during prohibition, down in Mississippi  
Turn up, keep close, never tell that you entered a speakeasy  
If ya dance, ya gotta chance  
So don’t be shy now, ask that gal, she could be your true romance  
Or be a drunk in the corner, eyeing off, what ya didn’t work for  
Then gettin’ popped in the skull, that’ll teach ya, for being so dull  
  
So live it up at the balls, held at your suburban town hall  
It comes about but once a month, so come along y’all  
There’s slicked back hair, gin n tonic in the air, everywhere  
Gents combing over the scene, watching bluebirds add their flair  
Gals in cubicles, gossiping while reapplying their glam mask  
And inserting the correct coin into the right slot, oh what a task  
   
Then if you’ve caught the eye of a white dove  
You’ll drive her home, if it fits like a glove  
Plant a seed or scatter them all, along the belly of the mountain peaks,    
It could end up being a wonderful life, married to a wife that every man seeks  
I will try my best, a promise I made myself, within my four walls  
While learning to dance with myself in the mirror, I’ll have my chance, if I ever find the damn balls.