intro : D Bm G A , D Bm G A G D

D Bm
the first of the month brings back the notion

G A
of a big round white dance hall and a cool summer night

D Bm
red cherry faces set black shoes in motion

G A
to the oom pa pa rhythm of a german delight

chorus :

Bm A
and i tried hard to tell you i was no kinda dancer

Bm G
’took my hand to prove i was wrong

D Bm
you guided me gently though i thought i could never

G A G D
we were dancing together at the end of the song

a taught little bald man
like a german war hero
with buxom matrons to a quick john paul jones
drapes of crepe paper
a ball made of mirror
cast shiny reflections on a brass slide trombone

chorus

a man was still dancing
with his phantom partner
though the band had quit playing
at the evening’s end
and it made me feel lucky that i had a partner
to teach me the dance steps
and come back again

chorus x2