THE BUNGALOW (Travis Pommer/Dale Allen Pommer) I KEEP MY BABY WARM AT NIGHT I KEEP MY BABY SATISFIED WE DON’T FUSS AND WE DON’T FIGHT WE GET TOGETHER AND FEEL ALL RIGHT, ‘CAUSE THERE’S A LITTLE PLACE WHERE WE CAN GO THEY’VE GOT THE MUSIC’S PLAYIN’ COOL AND SLOW THE LIGHTS ARE ALWAYS TURNED WAY DOWN LOW AT THE BUNGALOW -- BUNGALOW WHEN SHE PUTS THAT RED DRESS ON MY HEART IS NOT MY OWN’ COMIN’ ‘CROSS THE ROOM TO TAKE MY HAND THE KIND OF SIGHT THAT MAKES IT HARD TO STAND WHEN WE’RE WALKING’ DOWN THE STREET WE CATCH GLANCES FROM THE PEOPLE WE MEET CHORUS HER HAIR IS RED AND HER EYES ARE GREEN THE KINDA GAL THAT CAN MAKE A SCENE, AND THE MOON IS UP, THE SUN IS DOWN IT’S TIME FOR US TO HEAD INTO TOWN, WHERE CHORUS AT THE BUNGALOW – BUNGALOW © LITTLE TIN GOD MUSIC (ASCAP) ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
