Intro: ,
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 delight
Chorus:
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 mirror
Cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone
Chorus
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
Chorus x2