Strictly For Dancing
Köster / Velvetone
I’m a drinker not a dancer, it really causes pain,
but I’m givin‘ all my best, I hope it ain’t in vain.
That Polka rhythm’s got me and it knocks me to the ground,
I want to see you freakin‘ out and throw your clothes around.
I’m afraid I’ll have to dance all night to get you home and get you laid,
but what else can I do ?
This is strictly for dancing – strictly for dancing,
this is strictly for dancing – strictly for dancing,
this is strictly for dancing,
so shake what you’ve got, and I see you’ve got a lot.
I like odd – time rhythms and fusion turns me on,
instead I’ll have to waltz with you until the night is gone.
Béla Bartók was a cool guy and I dig that Mozart dude,
but what really gets me hot is when I see you dancin‘ nude.
Mambo, Bossa, Cha-cha-cha, hardly know their names.
I get headache from those twirlin‘ feet, to me it’s all the same.
I’m stumblin‘ ‚cross the ballroom, guess I’m a dancin‘ fool,
my aim is right before my eyes, I hope that I don’t drool.