Written by randy owen, teddy gentry, and greg fowler Well the magic attic's where the music rolls And the army-navy's got ol' jackie soul Down on peaches corner there are good ol' boys And mother fletchers makin' lots of noise They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the tams are playin' at the port-o-call And the drifters underneath the boardwalk At the sapnish galleon and ol' fat jacks Jukebox playin' and the place is packed You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Got the top down and the traffic's slow Sun fun week and, we all go Where the girls are sunnin' and lookin' good Well i never met 'em but i wish i could And we'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard We'd go dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well the embers singin' up on ocean drive And the castaways are gettin' loud tonight At the electric circus they all getin' down And the carousel's spinnin' round and 'round See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Well i'm hangin out down at sloppy joes They may doze but they never close And the bama boys at the bowery They can't dance but they play for free But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard