From the recording All Aboard The Slo Train

The rewards of songwriting are sometimes offset by the risk of criticism, especially from those close to you. Fran's son asked him, "Is this a real song, or did you make it up?"

Lyrics

Hey, whatcha doing home on Friday night?
A pretty girl like you, now that just don't seem right,
So let me take you dancing,
And we'll have us a ball,
And we'll find us a party
And that ain't all.

Now, whatcha gonna do here all alone?
Talk to your girlfriends on the telephone?
Let me take you driving
In my brand new car
To a place that I know of;
It ain't that far.

Now a girl you and a boy like me
Were meant for each other; it's plain to see.
Why don't we go out for the evening,
And we'll paint up the town,
Or we could just go strolling,
If you want?

Hey, whatcha doing home on Friday night?
A pretty girl like you, now that just don't seem right,
So let me take you dancing,
And we'll have us a ball,
And we'll find us a party
And that ain't all ... that ain't all honey child.