Old-Fangled Thing

It was a hot steamy night

I was drinking on my own

Just me and my guitar

The bar was empty

Except for the regular few

Then along came you

Well, that sounds familiar

Uh uh, it's early days, unfinished tune, y'know how it is

Going nowhere up until now

I was dickin’ around

Trying something new

Then along came you

You track me like a lover breathing down my neck

Tingle touching as I shiver in the heat

You’re so serene and now I’m the living wreck

The melody is hot and the message so sweet

Sweet and spicy

It’s feeling good man, it has that golden ring

That, that’ll do nicely, something I can sing

I can get it down with this old fangled thing

Why does your eraser have a handle so long?

It’s for the lead in my pencil man, I got to keep it sharp

Knock it into shape, I can’t go wrong

But even then, when I'm done, here comes another part

You track me like a lover breathing down my neck, yeah

Tingle touching as I shiver in the heat

You're so serene and now I'm a living wreck

The melody is hot and the message so sweet