Once met a girl in Yuma, ArizonaWhose mother was dyslexic like mineGrampa owned a ranch, was where she learned to danceI hear she goes out dancing all the timeWhen it rains, it pours in Yuma, ArizonaAnd when the sun goes downYou know where she’ll be foundDancing out in the streetShe met a boy who worked as a waiterDown at the local five and dimeShe took him, it’s where he learned to danceI hear they go out dancing all the timeWhen it rains, it pours in Yuma, ArizonaAnd when the sun goes downYou know where they’ll be foundDancing out in the streetWhen it rains, it pours in Yuma, ArizonaAnd when the sun goes downYou know where I’ll be foundDancing out in the street