Alabama gals, won���t ya come out tonight, Woncha come out tonight, won���t ya come out tonight? Alabama gals, won���t ya come out tonight, And dance by the light of the moon? 
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’, And her heel kept a-rockin’ and her toe kept a-knockin’, I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’, And we danced by the light of the moon. 
O yes, pretty boys, we’re comin’ out tonight, We’re comin’ out tonight, we’re comin’ out tonight, O yes, pretty boys, we’re comin’ out tonight, And dance by the light of the moon. 
I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’, And her heel kept a-rockin’ and her toe kept a-knockin’, I danced with a gal with a hole in her stockin’, An’ her heel kept a-rockin’ to the moon. 
As I was walking down the street, Down the street, down the street, A pretty girl I chanced to meet, Under the silvery moon. 
I asked her if she’d stop and talk, Stop and talk, stop and talk, Her feet covered up the whole sidewalk, She was fair to view. 
I asked her if she’d stop and dance, Have a dance, care to dance, I thought that I might get a chance, To shake a foot with her. 
I asked her if she’d be my wife, Be my wife, be my wife, Then I’d be happy all my life If she’d marry me. 
I danced with the dolly with a hole in her stocking, And her feet kept a-rocking &amp; her knees kept a-knocking, Oh I danced with the dolly with a hole in her stocking, And we danced by the light of the moon. 
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