No Kinda Dancer

First of the month brings back the notion

Of a big round white dance hall and a cool summer night

Red cherub faces setting black shoes in motion

To the oom-pah-pah rhythm of a German delight

I tried hard to tell you I was no kind of dancer

Taking my hand to prove I was wrong

You guided me gently though I thought I could never

We were dancing together at the end of the song

A tall little bald man like a German war hero

With a buxom old matron to a quick John Paul Jones

Drapes of crepe paper and a ball made of mirror

Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone

I tried hard to tell you I was no kind of dancer

Taking my hand to prove I was wrong

You guided me gently though I thought I could never

We were dancing together at the end of the song

The man was still dancing with his phantom partner

Though the band had quit playing at the evening's end

Made me feel lucky that I had a partner

To teach me the dance steps and come back again

I tried hard to tell you I was no kind of dancer

Taking my hand to prove I was wrong

You guided me gently though I thought I could never

We were dancing together at the end of the song

I tried hard to tell you

Taking my hand to prove I was wrong

You guided me gently though I thought I could never

We were dancing together at the end of the song