When we start a-dancing I'm a nervous wreck
Your kind of shaking has a rare effect
I can't stop a-flipping over what you're doing
That kinda beat can drive a man to ruin.
(Chorus:)
Slow down baby, can't you hear me shout?
Stop! You're knocking me out!
Crazy 'bout your rhythm when you're rock-'n'-rolling
All I'm asking, honey, is that you control it
Your dancing is entrancing, oh yes indeedy
But my one objection is you're much too speedy.
Chorus
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We go dancing, and everything is fine
We're romancing, the music is divine
Then the band starts to syncopate
You jump from 33 to 78.
Spinning like a record on a record machine
You've got me going dizzy over your routine
The way you shake your shoulders and the way you twist them
starts a chain reaction in my nervous system.
Chorus
Instrumental
dal $egno al fine
Coda=Chorus - stop!