Dancing - Barbra Streisand, Michael Crawford

Put your hand on her waist and stand

With her right in your left hand

And one… This one.

And one, two, three… Ah!

And one, two, three…

Oh no, this one.

And one, two, three, one, two, three…

Look!

I’m dancing!

(falls)

Well, I was!

Of course you were, Mr. Hackle!

(sung)

Take the someone whose arms you’re in

Hold onto her tight and spin (ha-ha)

And one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three…

Look!

I’m dancing!

(overturnes a heap of boxes)

Ah!

Come here!

(sung)

Turn around and turn around, try floating through the air

Can’t you be a little more aesthetic?

Don’t you think my dancing has a polish and a flair?

The word I think I’d use is athletic

Well, my heart is about to burst

My head is about to pop

And now that I’m dancing who cares if I ever stop?

That’s wonderful

Look everybody!

I, Cornelius Hackle, sport, I’m dancing!

You’re next, Mr. Tucker

Oh!

(falls)

Glide and step, and then step

And glide

And everyone stand aside!

Oh, not… not yet, Mr. Tucker.

It’s one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two,

three, one…

Look!

He’s dancing!

I think he’s holdin' out on us

(sung)

You could learn to polka if you worked a week of so

Or the tango filled with passion seething

I might join the chorus of the Castle Garden show

Whatever you do, Mr. Tucker, keep-keep breathing!

For my heart is about to burst

My head is about to pop

And now that we’re dancing who cares if we ever stop?

Oh!

When there’s someone you hardly know

And wish you were closer to

Remember that he can be near to you while you’re dancing

Though you’ve only just said hello

She’s suddenly someone who

Can make all your daydreams appear to you while you’re dancing

Let the music weave a spell

Whirl away your worry

Things look almost twice as well

When they’re slightly blurry

As around and around you go

Your spirits will hit the top

And now that we’re dancing who cared if we ever stop?

One, two, three, one, two, three

One, two, three, one, two, three

And now that we’re dancing who cared if we ever stop?