Saturday, August 22, 2009

Dancing Queen - Abba

I have found myself returning to my playlist entitled "Dicey Riley's 1996". You see that was the year I was a freshman in college, and spent way to much time partying and dancing the night way. In fact, those nights are some of my favorite memories of college. I have always said that the lyrics to Abba's Dancing Queen pretty much were me summed up in a song. I was 17 and loving it!

"You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave them burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen"


Other songs on the playlist:

Stealer's Wheel "Stuck In The Middle With You" (Our theme song)
The Village People "In The Navy" (a rockin' good time with drunk college guys)
Rednex "Cotton-Eyed Joe" (How on earth did I hop from one foot to the other, doing this silly dance for 3 minutes straight)

This was the same year I memorized the saying on the label for Budweiser (which I can still recite from memory), learned real life and bar life are not the same, and most bouncers would let you in if you flashed them. Ahhh the memories.

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