No Kinda Dancer

The first of the month

Brings back the notion

Of a big round white dance hall

and a cool summer night

Red cherry faces set black shoes in motion

To the oom pa pa rythym of a German delight

And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer

'Took 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 taught little bald man

Like a German war hero

With buxom matrons to a quick John Paul Jones

Drapes of crepe paper

A ball made of mirrors

Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone

And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer

'Took 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 man was still dancing

With his phantom partner

Though the band had quit playing

At the evening's end

And 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

'Took 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

And I tried hard to tell you...

'Took 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