It was all such a swirl
Of boys and girls
And people and thinking
And blood
It was all I could do
To dance in my shoe and
Try not to slip in the mud
But the music were great
Oh the band they were late
Late on the beat to arrive
But
I liked the rhythm
And the beats they were swinging
And the Jazz it flowed into the night
But she was a sleeper
Because of that a keeper
I know
I'd love her to be mine
But she's a big weeper
I mean my eyes not she
Per every salted wounded
slug on the line
I'm a great loser
In love I'm a bruiser
I come up black and blue
All the time
But at least when I dance
I have half a chance of
Having fun
While I'm in my prime
