歌詞

The record found its groove

And my feet found theirs too

The needle lands, the horns wake up

Inside the spinning black

I take the broom as my partner

And it never answers back

One-two-three, the kitchen floor

Becomes a ballroom now

Twirl around on a nothing day

Let the skirt bell out and spin

You turned my mourning into dancing

So I'm dancing in the din

The dust motes are the confetti

The lamp's the chandelier

The sofa is the audience

And it's applauding, dear

Around the table, past the chairs

The whole room keeps the time

Twirl around on a nothing day

Let the skirt bell out and spin

You turned my mourning into dancing

So I'm dancing in the din

The record's only three minutes

But I play it four times through

A day with no appointments

Is a day made for a few

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Twirl around on a nothing day

Let the skirt bell out and spin

You turned my mourning into dancing

So I'm dancing in the din

Twirl around on a nothing day

Let the skirt bell out and spin

You turned my mourning into dancing

So I'm dancing in the din

The record found its ending

But my feet are humming still