We never saw them holding hands Or kissing all that much They must have loved each other Huh, there were 6 of us Mama held the fort down Dad he went to work We never thought about what she meant to him Or what he meant to her Sometimes on a Saturday They'd crank up that stereo Grab a stack of old 45 records We'd watch 'em put on a show When the needle, hit the vinyl Mama's hair came down Dad he came unwound In their own world Just a boy and girl We couldn't believe our eyes How they came alive When the needle hit the vinyl Six kids on a worn out couch We didn't say a word Dad would put on "My Girl" And sing it right to her Mama she was glowing Dad he made the perfect moves Neither one of them seemed like The mum and dad we knew They both looked younger As they went round and around Under the spell of that popping cracking sound Then something happened When they danced to the slow ones They got this funny look then said "Okay kids it's time for bed"