| Put your hand on her waist and stand
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| With her right in your left hand
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| And one… This one. |
| And one, two, three… Ah! |
| And one, two, three…
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| Oh no, this one. |
| And one, two, three, one, two, three…
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| Look! |
| I’m dancing!
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| (falls)
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| Well, I was!
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| Of course you were, Mr. Hackle!
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| (sung)
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| Take the someone whose arms you’re in
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| Hold onto her tight and spin (ha-ha)
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| And one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three…
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| Look! |
| I’m dancing!
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| (overturnes a heap of boxes)
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| Ah! |
| Come here!
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| (sung)
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| Turn around and turn around, try floating through the air
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| Can’t you be a little more aesthetic?
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| Don’t you think my dancing has a polish and a flair?
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| The word I think I’d use is athletic
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| Well, my heart is about to burst
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| My head is about to pop
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| And now that I’m dancing who cares if I ever stop?
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| That’s wonderful
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| Look everybody! |
| I, Cornelius Hackle, sport, I’m dancing!
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| You’re next, Mr. Tucker
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| Oh!
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| (falls)
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| Glide and step, and then step
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| And glide
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| And everyone stand aside!
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| Oh, not… not yet, Mr. Tucker. |
| It’s one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two,
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| three, one…
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| Look! |
| He’s dancing!
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| I think he’s holdin' out on us
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| (sung)
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| You could learn to polka if you worked a week of so
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| Or the tango filled with passion seething
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| I might join the chorus of the Castle Garden show
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| Whatever you do, Mr. Tucker, keep-keep breathing!
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| For my heart is about to burst
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| My head is about to pop
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| And now that we’re dancing who cares if we ever stop?
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| Oh!
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| When there’s someone you hardly know
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| And wish you were closer to
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| Remember that he can be near to you while you’re dancing
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| Though you’ve only just said hello
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| She’s suddenly someone who
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| Can make all your daydreams appear to you while you’re dancing
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| Let the music weave a spell
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| Whirl away your worry
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| Things look almost twice as well
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| When they’re slightly blurry
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| As around and around you go
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| Your spirits will hit the top
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| And now that we’re dancing who cared if we ever stop?
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| One, two, three, one, two, three
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| One, two, three, one, two, three
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| And now that we’re dancing who cared if we ever stop? |