Bopping with Shaggers

We hit dances,
the two of us.
Nothing changes in thirty years.
They all shag while we bop,
or is it really the ball and chain?

Knowing the words helps with the rhythm,
two quick squeezes you're under my arm.
One firm hand shake you're on my right,
step kick, slide, slide, step step........
one more time through and out you go,
until we can reach no more.
Returning together on the kick,
if I'm drunk...you take the lead.

A few of you may have a clue
about this dance we lovers do.
A four four shuffle...blues that rhyme,
baby I'm drunk...you lead this time.