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