When Boogie danced
He owned the floor
There weren't no better
From shore to shore
They sang his praise
To the Heaven's on high
A living legend
No one could deny
He danced the two-step
The Electric Slide
Up and down that seaboard
On the Eastern side
He shook the paint
Off them window sills
That ain't too bad
Coming from Saw-Mill Hill
And Oh
What a tangled web we weave
When even poor white trash
Start to believe
He met a woman
She was a wild eyed rose
She loved to Boogie
From his head to his toes
And just like a rose
She had her some thorns
And poor ole' Boogie
Wished he was never born
She lost her mind
And he lost a leg
Now no more Boogie
He just lays in bed
And dreams of a time
When he took the floor
But Boogie B
He don't dance no more
And Oh, Oh, Oh
What a tangled web we weave
When even poor white trash
Start to believe...like you and me