Fred Astaire

Come Friday you'll find me
at the Palais de Dantce,
In search ef excitement,
intrigue and romance,
And if Rosalyn McGuire gives me
hall a chance,
I'll show her that I'm Fred Astaire,
Now I've taken lessons
at the best school around,
They say I'm a natural,
too good for this towm,
The rest of the week
I'm a pen pushing clown,
But come Friday I'll be Fred Astaire...
I've seen all his pictures, I've studied his style,
The elegant shuffle, the lop-sided smile,
And if Rusalyn McGuire gets within half a mile,
I'll show her that I'm Fred Astaire,
In this pan af Yorkshire, a man is a man,
If he dirinks himself senseless
and somehow still stands,
By Tinseltawn standards,
I'm not wonh a damn,
But here I can be Fred Astaire...

"The Belle of New York", and "Easter Parade", I
"Holiday Inn', "Night And Day",
"The Gay Bivorcee" and "Forllow The Fleat",
There was a mam with the world at his feet...

Come Friday you'll find me
dressed up to the nines,
My hair will be combed,
My shoes wtl! be shined,
And if Rosalyn McGuire can spare me the time,
I'll show her that I'm Fred Astaire,
Out on the dance floor,
My arm round her waist,
We'll be the picture of charm and grace,
The rest of the week, I'm just taking up space,
But come Friday, I'll be Fred Astaire...
Come Friday, I'll be Fred Astaire...



Credits
Writer(s): Clive James Gregson
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