Sash And Stomp

She stepped right off the flatbed in nineteen-eighty-seven With a crown of

plastic rhinestones and a smile sent straight from heaven

Thirty-eight long summers past but she hasn't missed a beat

Still got the county banner and the world is at her feet

She's spinning on the hardwood floor of the local VFW hall

Yeah she's kicking up the sawdust,

making eyes at one and all

And she is still wearing the sash Making a scene,

making a splash Red white and blue for the neighborhood parade

Living out the sweetest promise that she ever made

(oh yeah)

Now some folks do some whispering when she marches down Main Street

In her faded satin glory and her white boots on her feet

(ha!) But no one's got the nerve to say that pageant day

is through

Cause when she starts to two-step,

she's the queen of nineteen-eighty-two

And she is still wearing the sash

Making a scene, making a splash Red white and blue for the

neighborhood parade

Living out the sweetest promise that she ever made

(yee-haw!) Thirty-eight years and counting

Yeah she is still the queen