I was in an Arizona tavern I sat down to dinner Chicken fajitas with nachos and peppers A bite stuck in my windpipe, it gave me a fright I choked and I gagged, and I saw this sight In coordinated outfits Promenading 'cross the dance floor Rehearsing their moves while they waited for the salad Her cowboy boots were red with black trim And he was so handsome, so tall and so slim Were they angels of mercy or dance instructors? I was so lucky, it was one chance in a million That they were there in Arizona to go dancing They two-stepped to my table And hugged their arms around me Pulled me to my feet and we whirled across the floor The squeezed me so tightly my peppers popped free I thought it was Heimlich But it might have been Arthur Murray Were they angels of mercy or dance instructors? I was so lucky, it was one chance in a million That they were there in Arizona to go dancing