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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 SongtexteTo 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. Aus Songtexte Mania