ONLY DANCE I KNOW, THE
My youth was spent in the Orient
Where they never taught me to waltz.
You’d be surprised, when I exercised,
It was never done to a waltz.
It was done like this,
But never to a waltz.
In ancient Siam women like I am
Indoors or on the street,
No woman dances with her feet.
Egyptian, Persian, only one version,
No other stands a chance.
To an Oriental fiddle,
You can see them shake their middle,
The feet don’t mean a thing–
Middles are all they swing.
Even an Egyptian mummy wiggles her tummy,
Wiggles it, so and so–
That is the only dance I know.
A Greek or Roman with an abdomen
could learn to do it too,
They all could do it, so could you–
With Cleopatra, even Sinatra would have enjoyed the view,
He would enjoy it, so would you.
You don’t need an Arthur Murray,
Just a fringe that’s on a surrey,
Will satisfy your needs
Dancing between the beads.
Ev’rybody shake your torso,
sexy, but more so,
Shake it, come on let’s go–
That’s the only dance I know.