I love to dance on flying feet,
got the rhythm, move with the beat.
Started this boppin' when I was four,
dancing in the rain I just adore.
Because they called me a dancing fool,
I rocked and jived through years at school.
Knew every move, created more;
it kept me fit though my knees got sore.
Was there a dance hall I'd not danced?
One pretty girl I'd not romanced?
Way to my heart...not through my belly.
To win me a girl would need knees of jelly.
Meet me tonight at the back-stage door,
girls queue for a place, crying more, more, more!
Quote: Gene Kelly
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