The Ceroc Years - Number Thirteen

CHARM OF THE NIGHT PARADE

Take a step, take a step,
Take a step back – as
All on the count of eight
Dance the Ceroqueurs.
Offer an open hand,
And when the rhythm stirs,
All on the count of eight
Dance the Ceroqueurs.

This is a man-led dance,
Just give the blokes a chance,
But though the women know
Some men are poseurs.
Hers not to criticize,
Hers not to roll her eyes,
Hers but to spin clockwise;
After a count of eight
Dance the Ceroqueurs.

First move left-handedly,
Yo-yo right-handedly,
Basket two-handedly,
Like Knickerbockers!
Head high the whole night long,
Hoping they won’t go wrong;
And to a count of eight,
And to a diff’rent song,
Dance those Ceroqueurs.

Drop’d showing all her charms,
Drop’d though she had some qualms,
Shaking in all their arms,
Sinking still lower - they’ll
Need beta-blockers.
Down to the dusty floor,
Sweating from ev’ry pore,
Sullied and sodden;
Heedless, they just ignore
Scoffers and mockers;
Most need to rest, but not,
Not these Ceroqueurs.

First move left-handedly,
Yo-yo right-handedly,
Basket two-handedly,
Like Knickerbockers!
Head high the whole night long,
Stood out amongst the throng,
Sure they had not gone wrong,
Through ev’ry count of eight,
Up to the final song;
‘Til all mob-handedly,
Leave the Ceroqueurs.

When will she feel the pain?
He has a muscle strain;
They both need masseurs.
But they’ll be back again;
They’ve dancing on the brain …
Ardent Ceroqueurs!