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