Though
you're only seventeen,
far too much of life you've seen,
think of better the child.
Maybe if you only knew
where your path was leading to,
you'd become less wild.
But I know it's vain trying to explain
Why there's this insane
music in your brain
Dance, dance, dance, little lady
Youth is fleeting
to the rhythm beating in
your mind
Dance, dance, dance, little lady,
so obsessed with second best,
more best you'll ever find.
Time and tide and trouble,
never, never wait,
let the call of bubble justify your fate.
Dance, dance, dance, little lady,
dance, dance, dance, little lady,
leave tomorrow behind.
When the saxophone
gives the wicked man chasten
Play, hey, through rhythm,
all and wild
Start dancing to the tune,
the band's crooning
For soon the night will be gone
Start swaying like a reed without heeding
The speed that carries you on
Syncopate your nerves till
your body curves
Drooping, stooping,
laughter from dead eyes
And when the lights
are starting to gather,
dawn through the shutter ,
shows you're living in a world of lies.
Dance, dance, dance, little lady,
youth is fleeting,
to the rhythm beating
in your mind.
Dance, dance, dance, little lady,
so obsessed with second best,
no rest you'll ever find.
Time and tide and trouble,
never, never wait.
Let the corn bubble,
just a pile plate.
Dance, dance, dance, little lady.
Dance, dance, dance, little lady.
Leave tomorrow be hind.