The Ceroc Years - Number One

PLEASURE

What is this life if, taking stock,
You have no chance to dance Ceroc.

No chance to chase away the blues,
And show off your new two-tone shoes.

No chance to pose or skip and prance,
And kid yourself that you can dance.

No chance to flirt with that nice girl,
Whose perfume makes your nose-hair curl.

No chance to stagger ’cross the hall,
With partner poised to break your fall.

No chance to laugh and have some fun,
Until you find your fly’s undone.

A poor life this, and quite a shock,
When you get banned from Club Ceroc!