VERSE 1
The stockings are hung and the cocoa’s steamin’ slow,
Christmas Eve quiet, watchin’ the outside snow.
You got that old Nat King Cole record on the spindle,
Been forty years, but the way you look still makes my senses tingle.
Yeah, we’re settled in, got the good life figured out,
Just listenin’ to that steady beat the drummer’s layin’ down.
You pick up your needlework, I settle deep into my chair,
Then I catch your eye, darlin’, and I know we’re goin’ somewhere.
CHORUS
Drop the needle, baby, and clear the living room floor!
Let's find the groove we ain't felt since '84.
It’s a slow burn, then a jump-up, just like that Organ Shuffle,
The Christmas blues just hit the street, now let the Upright shuffle.
Yeah, grab my waist, let the whole thing swing,
You’re the only reason my ol’ heart still sings!
We don’t need the big brass; we got our own sweet sound,
This is the rhythm of the life we’ve found!
VERSE 2
You give me that look, across the flicker of the tree lights,
The kind that says,"Darlin', let's make a scene tonight."
I know your steps, you know my timing, it's a tight old show,
Like the bass line walkin', steady and low.
No fancy steps or moves we gotta try to fake,
Just the spontaneous joy that only real love can make.
The B3’s got that greasy pull, the drum kit keeps the time,
Feels like we’re back in that smoky club, when you were only twenty-nine.
CHORUS
Drop the needle, baby, and clear the living room floor!
Let's find the groove we ain't felt since '84.
It’s a slow burn, then a jump-up, just like that Organ Shuffle,
The Christmas blues just hit the street, now let the Upright shuffle.
Yeah, grab my waist, let the whole thing swing,
You’re the only reason my ol’ heart still sings!
We don’t need the big brass; we got our own sweet sound,
This is the rhythm of the life we’ve found!
BRIDGE
All the seasons, darlin', all the rain and the sleet,
We danced right through the laughter, right through the bitter defeat.
That Electric Guitar is playin’ a lick that sounds just like your smile,
Makes me forget about the years and just stay here for a while.
We ain't just a couple, honey, we're a trio, we’re a four-piece band,
You’re the sweetest melody in this whole wide land.
The groove is a covenant, the rhythm is a vow,
And I'm still asking you to dance, right here and right now.
CHORUS
Drop the needle, baby, and clear the living room floor!
Let's find the groove we ain't felt since '84.
It’s a slow burn, then a jump-up, just like that Organ Shuffle,
The Christmas blues just hit the street, now let the Upright shuffle.
Yeah, grab my waist, let the whole thing swing,
You’re the only reason my ol’ heart still sings!
We don’t need the big brass; we got our own sweet sound,
This is the rhythm of the life we’ve found!
Drop the needle, baby, and clear the living room floor!
Let's find the groove we ain't felt since '84.
It’s a slow burn, then a jump-up, just like that Organ Shuffle,
Yeah, grab my waist, let the whole thing swing,
You’re the only reason my ol’ heart still sings!
We don’t need the big brass; we got our own sweet sound,
This is the rhythm of the life we’ve found!
