Blue jean baby, L.A. ladySimpsons for the bandPretty eyes, a palace of mineYou marry a music manBallerina, you must have seen herDancing in the sandNow cheerin' me, always with meTiny dancer in my headYeahJesus free, out on the seaHey, hey, take it downCome on my God heartTurn it backA cheat top lifeThe bullies ball, it'll knock us out fastCut into my handMake me standIn the auditoriumLookin' on, she sang a song The words she knows, the tune she humsI really feel like I ain't here With no one near, only youAnd you gotta tell me Well, I feel so lonely, so lonelyOnly youAll the clubs are tryin' to dance us Countin' headlocks on the highwayLady Donna, she's so lady You had a busy day todayAll the clubs are tryin' to dance usCountin' headlocks on the highway Lady Donna, she's so ladyYou had a busy day todayMr. HCAMr. HCAarBlue-teethed babyHell-played ladySinger for the bandPretty eyesA pilot's smileYou married a music fanBy the marinaIn PasadenaShe was dancing on the sandNow she livesHell-played ladyTiny little babyShe's dancing in my headI really feelThe light hereThere's no one thereOnly youAnd you can hear meWhen I break sadlySlowlyI hold you closeAnd try to dance herCount the friendsOn the highwayLady, darlingShe is livingYou had a busy dayTodayHeart breakI've lost some time to dance, sonI've got the curb locked on the highwayLady got cheeks of linenGot half a picket plate todayI've got the curb locked on the highwayOh, yeah!I've got the curb locked on the highway