Put your hand on her waist and stand, with her right in your left hand. And one, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Look! I'm dancing! Of course you were, Mr. Hacker. Take the someone whose arms you're in. Hold on to 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? The word I think I use is athletic. For my heart is about to burst. My head is about to pop. And now that I'm dancing, who cares if I ever stop? Look, everybody! I, Cornelius Hackle Sport, am dancing! You're next, Mr. Tucker. Glide and step and then step and glide. And everyone, stand aside! Look! He's dancing! You could learn to poke if you worked a week or so. Or the tango, filled with passion, see there. I might join the chorus of the Castle Garden Show. Well, whatever you do, for God's sakes, keep breathing! For my heart is about to burst. My head is about to pop. And now that we're dancing, who cares if we ever stop? ¶¶ ¶ When there's someone you hardly know ¶ And 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 blurred ¶ As around and around you go ¶ Your spirits will hit the top ¶ And now that we're dancing, who cares if we ever stop? ¶ And now that we're dancing, who cares if we ever stop? ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶ ¶¶