Friday night, seventeen Got my hands on the wheel But my mind is on Jean Her silhouette I can't forget I'm gonna ask her yet My brothers truck, my Sunday slacks I've been working all week And I've got five bucks for gas And just for luck My grandfathers flask It's gonna take some nerve to ask Dance, Dance with me one more time, one more time Dance, Dance with me one more time Before the band is done Before your Daddy comes Dance, Dance with me one more time She's the apple of his eye And there's no way in hell He'll let her out of his sight There'll be trouble Maybe a fight If he knew what I had in mind I see it now, as plain as day A church and a chaplain On our wedding day Dressed in white She looks so fine You never know, she just might I'm gonna have to ask her tonight