No Kinda Dancer Lyrics

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 rhythm of a German delightAnd 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 songA 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 tromboneAnd 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 songA 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 againAnd 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 songAnd 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