Miss LuAnn

Sun shinin' bright blue skies up above

Strollin' through the city of brotherly love

Yeah, Third and South where she hangs out

When she strolls by all the fellas call and shout for her

I cut across the street, her eyes don't meet

She strolls by, she don't give me the eye

She don't turn her head

Yeah, she's sassy, she's brassy, above all she's classy

She's put together like an Austin Healy chassis with a tan

She's always grand

Talkin' bout Luann

She's alright alone, she don't need company

Miss Luann never, ever, ever looks twice at me

I don't turn her head

Yeah, she ain't been to college

But she's been to school

And she knows how to wear those FM shoes

Yes, she can

I'd give a grand

Just to meet Luann

Woo

At the weekend dance she shows up late

The fellas stand around, they just can't wait for her

Yeah, but they ain't got a chance

She don't give them a glance

Don't you know Luann is just too cool too dance

Too bad

Talkin' bout Louann