Dancing

Look, I’m dancing!
Take the someone whose arms you’re in
Hold onto her tight and spin
And one two three, one two three, one two three!
Wow, I’m dancing!
Turn around and turn around, try floating through the air
Can’t you be a little more aesthetic?
Don’t you think my dancing has a polish and a flair?
Uh, the word I think I’d use is «athletic»
Well my heart is about to burst
My head is about to pop
And now that I’m dancing who cares if I ever stop?
(spoken)
Look everybody! I, Cornelius Hackl… sport… am dancing!
You’re next, Mr. Tucker!
Glide and step and then step and glide
And everyone stand aside!
Huh! Look, he’s dancing!
You could learn to polka if you worked a week or so
Or the tango filled with passion seething
I might join the chorus of the castle garden show
Well, whatever you do for gosh shakes keep breathing
For my heart is about to burst
My head is about to pop
And now that I’m dancing who cares if we ever stop!
When there’s someone you hardly know
But wish you were closer to
Remember that he can be near to you
While you’re dancing
Though you’ve only just said «hello»
He’s suddenly someone who
Can make all your daydreams appear to you
While you’re dancing
Make the music weave a spell
Whirl away your worry
Things look almost twice as well
When they’re slightly blurry
As around and around you go
Your spirits will hit the top
And now that we’re dancing
Who cares if we ever stop
Now that we’re dancing
Who cares if we ever stop
Now that we’re dancing
Who cares if we ever stop