There, there, cutes, put on your dancing boots
and come dance with me.
Come dance with me, what an evening for
some chirps of car.
Pretty place, I know, swinging place.
Come on, dance with me.
A romance with me, I'd call it flaw.
And while the rhythm swings,
what lovely things we'll be saying.
And what is dancing but making lots of music playing.
But when the band begins to leave the stand and folks start to roam,
as we wing home,
cheek to cheek we'll be.
So come on,
come on,
come on,
come on and dance with me.
Hey,
there,
sweets,
throw on those Latin cleats and come dance with me.
Oh, what I mean is, come on and mar a less.
A cha-cha-cha,
a live a split and do the bongo bet.
Come on, dance with me.
A romance with me, ooh, la, la, la, la.
I don't care what it has,
cause that jawbone jazz
makes me move it.
And they sure do when the band starts to groove it.
They prove it.
Come on by, cause we're all set to fly.
And I'll let you lead.
If that's agreed, you know where I'll be.
So come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
Come and dance with me.
I'll do the cha-cha-cha,
ooh,
the merengue.
We'll go to bongo.
Come on and dance with me.