Dancin’ Fool (Live At The Palladium - 10/31/81 - Show 1)

I don't know much about dancin'
That's why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
And both my feets too long
Course now right along with 'em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin' every night
Hoping one day I might get it right

I'm a dancin' fool (dancin' fool)
I'ma dancin' fool
I'ma dancin' fool (dancin' fool)
I'ma dancin' fool
I hear that beat I jump outta my seat
But I can't compete
'Cause I'ma dancin' fool (Dancin' fool)
Dancin' fool

The disco folks all dressed up
Like they's fit to kill
I walk on in, see 'em there
I'm gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin'
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit my sui-sui-suicide

I'm a dancin' fool (dancin' fool)
I'ma dancin' fool
I'ma dancin' fool (dancin' fool)
I'ma dancin' fool

The beat goes on but I'm so wrong

The beat goes on but I'm so wrong
The beat goes on but I'm so wrong
The beat goes on but I'm so wrong
The beat goes on but I'm so wrong
The beat goes on but I'm so wrong

I may be totally wrong but I'm a dancin' fool
I may be totally wrong but I'm a dancin' fool

I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes
My shirts half open, to show you my chains
And the spoon fer up my nose
I am really something
That's what you'd probably say
So smoke your little smoke and drink your little drink
While I dance the night away

I'ma dancin' fool
I'ma dancin' fool
I'ma dancin' fool
I'ma dancin' fool
He's a dancin' fool
I may be totally wrong but I'ma...
I may be totally wrong but I'ma...
I may be totally wrong but I'ma...
I may be totally wrong but I'ma fool!

Say darlin' what's a girl like you doin' in a place like this?
Do you come here often?
Wait a minute, I've got it: you're an Italian
What? You're Jewish?
Love your nails
Hey listen, how about some politician humiliation?
A little bit of their surname on the side?

I won't bother to ask whether it's your place or mine
Because you've to come to my house
I've some apple ash you can really enjoy

How would you want to spend the rest of the evening?
Tied to the whipping post



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Zappa
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