When I was young, I liked to run around
But as I got older I wanted to “get down”
Folk Dance, Disco, Ballroom Dancing
We’d get to hold the girls when we go a’ prancing
Then the song changed from fast to slow
I got to move in and go toe-to-toe
Arm around her waist, I could not miss
If I was lucky, I’d get a kiss

Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But the fire inside- there is no cure

Verse
It was hard to let go and stop slowly swaying to and fro
Girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
Hot Dogs at Nicky’s, bag full of fries,
That’s when the “men” tell their little lies
About the one that almost met me 
And then went with me, and then went with me


Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But the fire inside- there is no cure

Verse
When I was young, I used to run around
But now that I’m older I got to “get down”
Folk Dance, Disco, Ballroom Dancing
I get to hold my girl when we go a’ prancing
Then the song changed from fast to slow
I get to move in and go toe-to-toe
Arm around her waist, I did not miss
I pulled her in close and got that kiss

Refrain
But I was the good boy, always the friend
Mothers would trust me to bring her home by ten
I was the Boy Scout, true and pure
But for the fire inside, there is no cure

Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended
Boys will be boys when left unattended
And girls will be girls when the dance ended

There is no cure
There is no cure
There is no cure