No Kinda Dancer Paroles

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 at the end of the song

A taught little bald man
Like a German war hero
Would buxom old matron to a quick John Paul Jones
Grapes of crate paper
A ball made of mirrors
Would cast a shiny reflection on a brass slide trombone

And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
Take my hand to prove I was wrong
You guidedF me gently
Though I thought I could never
We were dancing together at the end of the song
And it made me feel lucky 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 at the end of the song

And 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 at the end of the song