Two straws, one booth

[Intro – upstroke guitars, walking bass, horns stab]
(Chk-chk-chk-chk)
Yeah!
Put a nickel in the jukebox, baby!

Verse 1
Rolled up in a cherry-red Chevy, headlights low,
Pomade in my hair, got that radio glow,
She stepped out the door in a poodle skirt spin,
Saddle shoes tapping, got my heart caving in.
Neon buzzing, diner sign humming loud,
Leather jacket swagger, feeling ten feet proud,
I said “Hey, doll, you wanna grab a bite?”
She smiled real slow like, “Yeah… alright.”

[Pre-Chorus – half-time bounce]
Chrome stools shining, jukebox sings,
Milkshake dreams and wedding rings,
We slide in the booth, vinyl cracked,
World fades out when our knees make contact.

Chorus
Big-ass ice cream, two straws in the glass,
Chocolate drip dripping down the past,
Sock hop heartbeat, fingers almost touch,
Sharing one shake like it don’t take much.
Greaser grin, she laughs, I swoon,
1959 under a pink neon moon,
Yeah, big-ass ice cream, just me and you,
Two straws, one booth, what we gonna do?

[Horn Break – skank it up]
(Bah-bah-BAH-bah!)
Pick it up! Pick it up!

Verse 2
Waitress snaps gum, pours another scoop,
Extra whipped cream, makes a mountain troop,
We lean in close, elbows knock,
Brain short-circuits, tick-tock clock.
She says she likes Buddy Holly records loud,
I say “Cool,” trying not to pass out now,
Vinyl booth squeaks, jukebox plays slow,
I swear the whole joint knows what I don’t know.

[Pre-Chorus]
Grease on the floor, stars in her eyes,
Rockabilly romance, supersized,
We share a laugh, time skips a beat,
Strawberry shake melting in the heat.

Chorus
Big-ass ice cream, two straws in the glass,
Future tastes sweet, forget the past,
Sock hop heartbeat, penny arcade dreams,
Living life loud in black and white scenes.
Greaser style, rolled cuffs, tight jeans,
She’s my favorite song on the jukebox machine,
Yeah, big-ass ice cream, just me and you,
Two straws, one booth, nothing to lose.

[Bridge – breakdown then build]
If this night ends when the lights go out,
I’ll remember her laugh, no doubt,
But if she leans in just a little bit more…
I might walk her back to her front porch door.

[Final Chorus – faster, shout-along]
Big-ass ice cream, two straws, one chance,
Greaser kid caught in a soda pop trance,
Neon love under diner lights,
Skanking through these teenage nights.
From poodle skirts to the end of time,
That shake tasted like a first real sign,
Yeah, big-ass ice cream, just me and you,
Two straws, one booth—
Tell me, baby, don’t you want it too?

[Outro – horns blasting, crowd chants]
(Chk-chk-chk)
Two straws!
One booth!
Pick it up! 🍦🎺

ska-punk, greaser-era jam with upbeat horns, bounce, and that sweet 1950s diner romance.