HE WAS DANCING
(W Duncan & R Watson)
| I was walking on my way I was taking in the day |
| When I heard something that made me turn around |
| And over by the wall I saw a man so tall |
| He was tapping out a rhythm on the ground |
| He was dancing in the street shiny shoes upon his feet |
| People passing by would stop and stare |
| His legs were lean and long and the beat was loud and strong |
| He was dancing like he didn't have a care |
| He wore a bowler hat and his toes went rat-tat-tat |
| Dancing in the centre of the town |
| I watched him for a while and he made those people smile |
| As the flying feet went tapping round and round |
| He held his arms out wide and he played his part with pride |
| It seemed like he was floating on the air |
| On the ground there stood a tin for the money coming in |
| He was dancing like he didn't have a care |
| Maybe he was glad and maybe he was sad |
| Picking up those pennies where they'd roll |
| But I wish I had a hat and could learn to dance like that |
| 'Cause I know that he had music in his soul |
| Yes they came from all around just to hear that happy sound |
| Those people seemed to come from every where |
| And even when they'd gone those steps went on and on |
| He was dancing like he didn't have a care |
| And still I hear that beat that sound of tapping feet |
| Snapping out the rhythm come what may |
| And when my days are dim I always think of him |
| Rap-tap-tapping all my blues away |
| He was dancing in the street shiny shoes upon his feet |
| People passing by would stop and stare |
| His legs were lean and long and the beat was loud and strong |
| He was dancing like he didn't have a care |

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