Nautical wheelers

Nautical Wheelers who call themselves sailors
Play fiddle tunes under the stars.
Petticoats rustle, working shoes scuffle,
Hustle on down to the bars.

Where the jukebox is blastin'
and the liquor is flowing
an occasional bottle of wine.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.

[Chorus:]
And It's dance with me, dance with me
Nautical Wheelers.
Take me to stars that you know.
Come on and dance with me,
Nautical Wheelers
I want so badly to go.

Well the left foot it'll follow where the
Right foot has traveled down to the
Sidewalks unglued.
And into the street of my city so neat,
Where nobody cares what you do.
And Sonna's just grinnin'
And Phil is ecstatic and
Mason has jumped in the sea.
While I'm hangin' on to a line
from my sailboat oh,
Nautical Wheelers save me.

[Chorus]

Well the sunrise'll bring on the
sleep that's escaped us and
everyone's off to their bed.
There'll be huggin' and squeezin',
a little pleasin' and teasin'
and rubbin' of each others' head.
So won't you dream on comrades
seems nothing affects you,
nothing, no reason nor rhyme.
That's cause everyone here is just more than
contented to be living and dying in three quarter time.