No Kinda Dancer

The first of the month brings back the notion Of a big, round, white dancehall and a cool summer night. Red cherub faces set black shoes in motion To the um-pa-pa rhythm of a German delight. And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong. You guided me gently, though I thought I could never - We were dancing together By the end of the song. A taut little bald man like a German war hero With buxom old matrons do a quick John Paul Jones. Drapes of crepe paper, a ball made of mirror Cast shiny reflections on a bra*s slide trombone I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong. You guided me gently, though I thought I could never - We were dancing together By the end of the song. A man was still dancing with his phantom partner Though the band had quit playing at the evening's end. It made me feel lucky that I had a partner To teach me the dance steps and come back again. And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer Take my hand to prove I was wrong. You guided me gently, though I thought I could never - We were dancing together By the end of the song. I tried hard to tell you... Take my hand to prove I was wrong. You guided me gently, though I thought I could never - We were dancing together By the end of the song.