Wasn’t your name just in the papers? And there’s your face in all the magazines
The scandal broke tonight on the networks everything you touch now smells of kerosene
Better lay low ’til it all blows over, lotta bad actors will out-muscle you
I wouldn’t be seen in joints or pool halls, too many pros that can out-hustle you
Three more days we’d have been in Dover, Cops said, “Hold it boys, it’s over”

But I’ve got my dancin’ shoes on,
Every eyeball on the street is riveted to my feet
I’ve got my dancin’ shoes on,
And nothing can touch me now

Hot summer night out on Diversey, everyone’s wearing chains and leather
Everyone’s blinded, everyone’s sweaty, everyone’s talkin’ about the weather
Drunks accost you by the alley, twenty cents more buys a fifth of whiskey
Get rich schemes die on the pavement Most are foolish, some are just risky
I’m looking for short cuts, there aren’t many Full of dreams without a penny

But I’ve got my dancin’ shoes on,
Every eyeball on the street is riveted to my feet
I got my dancin’ shoes on
And nothing can touch me now

Kevin went out to buy more Guinness
Stacy looks great in her cardigan sweater
The evening’s cool, but the heat’s still in us
All we need now is Henrietta
The nights can kill you if you let ‘em
We all got problems, gotta forget ‘em

And I got my dancin shoes on….

(lyrics: Dan Bern)