Patti Jean (Bob Clay and Julie Ferris) I gotta ask her to dance or I’ll bite my nails to the quick She moves like melting butter in a bowl of hot grits Ocean Drive is poppin’ Her hips are rockin’ Patti Jean I could hit Peaches Corner for a catfish sandwich and drink But what I’m in the mood for is all dressed up in pink I could dance the Grand Strand Holding her hand Patti Jean I've got the sun, sand, surf and sea But she's all I’ll ever need She's the queen of Myrtle Beach Patti Jean We’d do the Freaky Tiki, stop at Fat Harold’s for awhile Her fav’rite band is the Tams, and shaggin’ is her style Nights are for romancin’ Oh we should be dancin’ Patti Jean. Chorus- fade: High tide, low tide Ocean Drive, Good times Patti Jean Copyright 2005 Clay/Ferris All Rights Reserved.