Sloopy Dancer

Golden California sun lights up the stage,
The engaging band dialed in, sound checks all done.
As the beat kicked off, she strolled with flair,
In a tank and short shorts, started dancing without care.

Lost in the rhythm of her lightning dance,
The band's beat soared, the crowd entranced,
She spins, she shines in a world of her own,
A silhouette of grace, in every twist and moan.

The music sways, the fans cheer through the haze,
With every balletic move, she captures their gaze.
She removes her cap, lets her silky hair fall,
A golden wave spinning, wild and tall.

It twists with her steps, flows with her beat,
A living rhythm—untamed, complete.
Back in '74, that summer's golden hold,
Hang on Sloopy, blaring brave and bold.

They still teach the steps she danced that day,
Sloopy Girl led—then twirled away.