Rockabilly Queen When I saw her for the first time in the bar in our street She was there with her sister – they were both drinking Sex on the beach She was wearing a dotted dress and her arms were full of ink I told myself she was my rockabilly Queen And when I met her next time she was lonely sitting there I stopped there on my way from work to have a shot and relax I was wearing my grey suede shoes and my dad’s old fashioned shirt I came to her table and asked if there was a free chair I got her a couple of drinks and we danced the night away And then later I dared to ask: Girl, do you wanna go home with me? You´ re my rockabilly Queen, You´ re my rockabilly Queen You´ re the girl of my dreams You´ re my rockabilly Queen, You´ re my rockabilly Queen Do you wanna come home with me?