[Verse 1]
The first of the month brings back the notion
Of a big round white dance hall and a cool summer night
Red cherry faces set black shoes in motion
To the oom-pa-pa rhthm of a German delight

[Chorus]
And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
Take my hand to prove I was wrong
You guided me gently
Though I thought I could never
We were dancing together at the end of the song

[Verse 2]
A taught little bald man, like a German war hero
With buxom ol' matrons to a quick John Paul Jones
Drapes of crepe paper, a ball made of mirrors
Cast shiny reflections on a brass-slide trombone

[Chorus]
And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
Take my hand to prove I was wrong
You guided me gently
Though I thought I could never
We were dancing together at the end of the song
[Verse 3]
The man was still dancing with his phantom partner
Though the band had quit playing at the evening's end
Made me feel lucky that I had a partner
To teach me the dance steps and come back again

[Chorus]
And I tried hard to tell you I was no kinda dancer
Take my hand to prove I was wrong
You guided me gently
Though I thought I could never
We were dancing together at the end of the song

[Chorus]
And I tried hard to tell you
Take my hand to prove I was wrong
You guided me gently
Though I thought I could never
We were dancing together at the end of the song