Let me tell you 'bout the girl
That I met in the chantecler
Back when I was sixteen.

She was beautiful
She danced for the people in a way
That I had never seen.


Lord she was a beauty
Dancing was her duty

To the music of the band.
Folks come in the chantecler
She would dance and they would stare

I was lost in wonderland.

I would go there sunday nights

To play some music drink some whiskey
Watch her dance and greet the sun.
I would go there sunday nights

To play some music drink some whiskey
Drive her home when she was done.


Seems I spend a lot of sunday nights that way
Drinking whiskey living in a trance.
Hanging round the chantecler doing my best not to stare

And watching that girl dance.

This was Baltimore back in the 50s

A lovely place to be.
The worries of the world did not exist then
At least looking back it seems that way to me.


I had never seen a live girl dancing with no clothes on
Gracious what charisma she possessed.

I would go downstairs and talk to her through the front door
Of a dressing room while she got dressed.


Every sunday night I could not wait to see her
Every sunday night it was the same.
Every ounce of my existence threatened to break out

Into total unabashed burning flame.

I know you never rest

But no we never made love
That could not be at the time
But you filled my live with deep infatuation

And semi-drunken sunday night sublime.

Yes you filled my live with deep infatuation

And semi-drunken sunday night sublime.