Gina, Gina

Lyrics: Gina, Gina

Gina works the counter at the Dixie Star Diner, Red lips shinin’ like a cherry pie liner. I walked in cool, had my speech all planned, Then she brushed my coffee cup and touched my hand. My knees went knockin’, my biscuits flew, I spilled hot gravy in my blue suede shoes. She said, “Sugar, are you feelin’ all right?” I said, “Yes ma’am—no ma’am—I’m on fire tonight!” Gina, Gina, mercy me, You got me buzzin’ like a jukebox bee. Every little touch makes my heart go boom, I’m smokin’ like a skillet in a Sunday room. I try to say, “Baby, come out with me,” But the whole dang world starts botherin’ me. Gina, Gina, can’t you see? You’re fryin’ up trouble and it’s cookin’ me! Monday I was gonna ask her out at noon, Then old man Tucker dropped a silver spoon. Tuesday I leaned in close by the pie, But the sheriff came hollerin’, “Who stole my fries?” Wednesday night I had my courage in a stack, Then the cook yelled, “Fire!” from the kitchen in back. Gina grabbed my wrist and pulled me aside, And I nearly passed out from the heat inside. Gina, Gina, mercy me, You got me buzzin’ like a jukebox bee. Every little touch makes my heart go boom, I’m smokin’ like a skillet in a Sunday room. I try to say, “Baby, come out with me,” But the whole dang world starts botherin’ me. Gina, Gina, can’t you see? You’re fryin’ up trouble and it’s cookin’ me! Well, she pours that coffee slow, slow, slow, And I start meltin’ from my head to my toe. She says, “You want cream?” I say, “Lord, I do,” Then choke on my straw like a lovesick fool. She pats my shoulder, I shake like a drum, My tongue rolls out and my words go dumb. I came for eggs, I came for toast, But Gina’s the dish that burns me most! Friday night, the diner was jumpin’ real loud, Chrome stools packed with the supper crowd. I cornered my courage by the neon sign, Said, “Gina, honey, I been meanin’ to—” Then the jukebox sparked and the lights went black, A baby cried and a tire went flat. She laughed so sweet and leaned real near, Said, “Sugar, just whisper it in my ear.” Gina, Gina, mercy me, You got me buzzin’ like a jukebox bee. Every little touch makes my heart go boom, I’m smokin’ like a skillet in a Sunday room. I finally said, “Baby, come out with me,” She said, “Took you long enough, honeybee.” Gina, Gina, now I’m free, But I’m still on fire when she kisses me! Hot coffee, hot pie, hot neon glow, Gina’s got me rockin’ from my head to my toes. No more stutterin’, no more doubt, She clocked off work and we burned out!

About this song

A lighthearted, upbeat retro country track following a bumbling small-town diner regular's weeks of comical misadventures as he works up the courage to ask out the charming server Gina. The warm, folksy song features humorous food and diner-themed lyrical flourishes and a sweet, satisfying romantic payoff.

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