Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nellie McKay
Nellie McKay
Vocals
Jay Anderson
Jay Anderson
Bass
Paolo Perre
Paolo Perre
Vocals
Kevin Rennard
Kevin Rennard
Vocals
Lucas Steele
Lucas Steele
Vocals
John Allred
John Allred
Trombone
Jay Berliner
Jay Berliner
Guitar
Glenn Drewes
Glenn Drewes
Trumpet
Lawrence Feldman
Lawrence Feldman
Flute
Clarence Penn
Clarence Penn
Drums
Charles Pillow
Charles Pillow
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hal Borne
Hal Borne
Composer
Johnny Mercer
Johnny Mercer
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nellie McKay
Nellie McKay
Producer
Robin Pappas
Robin Pappas
Producer
James Farber
James Farber
Mixing Engineer
Mark Wilder
Mark Wilder
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, I can't dance Yes you can, stop that Oh, I really can't Oh yes, you can Come on, right left, right left Just give it a try Really you can teach me Oh yeah, you got the legs for it 'Cause it seems to me Oh, it seems to you I said it seems to me You said it seems to you A such embarrassing situation Calls for concentration Do you dig me, Jack? We dig you, Jack Can you think of a plan? We solid can Can you sing and dance? I'll take a chance Are your boots on right? I got 'em laced up tight Is Miss Miller a killer From a Spanish villa? Is her dancing mellow? Why, mellow as a cello Then it seems to me obviously You wanna go right into your Terpsichore I never could do the conga Could never get through the conga But if you say do the conga I ain't hep to that step But I'll dig it I never could see mazurkas They're poison to me, mazurkas But if it's to be mazurkas I ain't hep to that step But I'll dig it When they invented the Charleston I was a total flop, right But say if you want to Charleston I'll never stop I'll dance till I drop I never could dig the polka The corniest jig, the polka But if you say dig the polka I ain't hep to that step But I'll dig it Alright Oh there you go, there you go down You can dance sugar That's not so hard What was that dance called? I never could do the conga Could never get through the conga But if you say do the conga I ain't hep to that step But I'll dig it I never could see mazurkas They're poison to me, mazurkas But if it's to be mazurkas I ain't hep to that step But I'll dig it When they invented the Charleston I was a total flop But say if you want to Charleston She'll never stop She'll dance till I drop I never could dig the polka The corniest jig, the polka But if you say dig the polka I ain't hep to that step She ain't hep to that step I ain't hep to that step She ain't hep to that step She ain't hep to that step
Writer(s): Johnny Mercer, Hal Borne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out