Swingin’

There's a little boy in our neighborhood

His name is Charlie Johnson, and he's really lookin' good

I had to go and see him, so I called him on the phone

I walked over to his house, and this was going on

His brother was on the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie

His mama was in the kitchen, cuttin' chicken up to fry

His daddy was in the backyard, rollin' up a garden hose

And I was on the porch with Charlie, feelin' love down to my toes

And we were swingin'

Aw, yeah, now, we were swingin'

Yeah, little Charlie, he's as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can't believe I'm out here on this front porch in this swing

Just a-swingin'

Now, little Charlie, he's my darlin'; he's the apple of my eye

And when I'm on the swing with him, it makes me almost high

And Charlie, he's my lover, and he has been since the spring

I just can't believe it started on this front porch in the swing

Just a-swingin'

Aw, yeah, now, we were swingin'

Yeah, little Charlie, he's as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can't believe I'm out here on this front porch in this swing

Just a-swingin'

On the sofa, eatin' chocolate pie

In the kitchen, cuttin' chicken up to fry

In the backyard, rollin' up a garden hose

Yeah, feelin' love down to my toes

Yeah, he's the apple of my eye

When I'm with him, it makes me almost high

He's been here since the spring

On the front porch, in the swing

Just a swingin'

Oh yeah, we were swingin'

Well, we were swingin'

Oh, now, we were swingin'

Yeah, little Charlie, he's as pretty as the angels when they sing

I can't believe I'm out here on this front porch in this swing

Yeah

Just a swingin'

Mmm, swingin'