me tell you 'bout a place way down in Alabam,
it's way outa sight, it's called Slapout Town.
If you go up there on a Saturday night
you can sure have a ball, and that's all right.
On a Saturday night I went to Slapout Town;
I watched ever'body dancin' round and round.
I grabbed me a pardner and I joined the fun;
I kept on a-dancin' till the risin' sun.
I met a little cutie one Saturday night;
she surely could boogie, yeah, slap outa sight.
She shaked that thang and boogied on down;
I knew right away I'd move to Slapout Town.
Well, I met her maw and I met her paw;
was nothin' ever like it down in Arkansas.
Yeah, I married that cutie and ever'thang's all right;
we do the Slapout Boogie now every night.
Copyright © 1978 Ruth Gillis
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