I was born with feet of lead
And I never had them replaced
But I know too well that's everyone's line
And with my feet of lead
I'd tread the boards unfailingly
Stepping on the wrong toes in the wrong time
Other guys maybe fantasise
Of twirling tiny dancers before their eyes
To me, that's no prize
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
And like I mentioned before, I have no place on the floor
I can't dance to a beat, I've got immovable feet
I got us theatre seats, I left the tickets on her dresser
Instead of dancing, I'll impress her
If there ever comes a day
When people once again go dancing
In pairs, then quite alone shall I be
And on that gloomy day
I'll drag these weighty soles of mine
To Bray, have them anchor me in the sea
And even though my feet are heavy-o
A suit of lead I'll wear 'cos it fits me so
And it keeps me below
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
Oh no (come on, come on!)
And like I mentioned before, I have no place on the floor
I can't dance to a beat, I've got immovable feet
We could play guess-the-guest-speaker at the film club lecture
So, instead of dancing, let's conjecture
Let's see that echoey band play to a few fans
No matter how good they are, nobody will dance
Crisps and red lemonade where there's no music played
The only rhythm in there is that of bets laid.