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Writers: leo sayer & david courtney
I was travellin’ down the road, feelin’ hungry and cold
I saw a sign sayin’ food and drinks for everyone
So naturally I thought I would take me a look inside
I saw so much food, there was water comin’ from my eye
Yeah there was ham an’ there was turkey, there was caviar
An’ long tall glasses, with wine up to yar
An’ then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
Said before you can eat, you gotta dance like fred astaire
You know I can’t dance, you know I can’t dance
You know I can’t dance, you know I can’t dance
I can’t dance
I am a man of the road -- a hobo by name
I don’t seek entertainment, just poultry and game
But if it’s all the same to you, then yes I will try my hand
If you were as hungry as me then I’m sure you would understand
Hmmm
Now wait a minute
Let me see now
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
I’m sure I can dance, I’m sure I can dance..
I can dance
I can dance
I really hit the floor
Ah feels good
Look at me dancin’
I did a two-step, quick-step and a bossa nova
A little victor silvester, and a rudy valentino
You should a seen me movin’, right across the floor
Hand me down my tuxedo, next week I’m comin’ back for more
I can dance -- oh yes! I can dance
Look at me dancin’ the floor movin’
I feel good -- I can dance
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance.
Read more lyrics about / on: dance, cold, yeah
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