The Ballad Of Dancing Doreen

(álbum: You Well-Meaning Brought Me Here - 1971)

See how the lady moves so gracefully across the dance hall floor
All eyes upon the two thousand hand-sewn sequins on the gown she wore
She not only moves, but she looks like a queen
Making up for the evenings at home that she spent with her sewing machine

Brian's a postman by day but tonight he is a king
Lovely Doreen in his arms and no-one will notice him
Only the lady turning her head once more smiles for the judges
Hopes that they give her the highest score

Brian's hair shining, just like his patent leather potent lover shoes
Lovely Doreen in his arms how could they loose
And after each dance she prettily curtseys
Into the quick-steps, the tangos, the fox-trots, the waltzes

Wheeling and spinning, weaving and turning the evening is closing
In a few minutes now they'll hear the name of the winners
That the judges have chosen
But her name wasn't called and Brian fought back his tears
Doreen didn't move she just sat there smiling she did not hear

And long after all the other dancers had gone home
Out on the dance floor Doreen was dancing alone
And Doreen was dancing when they called the management
Doreen was dancing when he called the doctor
Doreen was dancing when they called the ambulance
Doreen was dancing and no one could stop her...
Dancing