(He:)I Won't Dance, Don't Ask Me.

I Won't Dance, Don't Ask Me.

I Won't Dance, Madame, With You.

My Heart Won't Let Me Do Things They Should Do.

You Know What? You're Lovely.



(She:)And So What? I'm Lovely.



(He:)But, Oh What You Do To Me.

I'm Like An Ocean Wave That's Bumped On The Shore;

I Feel So Absolutely Stumped On The Floor.



(She:)When You Dance, You're Charming And You're Gentle,

'specially When You Do The Continental.



(He:)But This Feeling Isn't Purely Mental,

For Heaven Rest Us, I'm Not Asbestos.

And That's Why I Won't Dance, Why Should I?

I Won't Dance, How Could I?

I Won't Dance. Merci Beaucoup.

I Know That Music Leads The Way To Romance,

So If I Hold You In My Arms, I Won't Dance.