Dancing Fool

Dancin’ Fool - Frank Zappa
Intro : 8 maten A

A7sus                                    A7
Don’t know much about dancin’
A7sus                                    A7
That’s why I got this song
A7sus                         D
One of my legs is shorter than the other
C                                   Bb
’N’ both my feet’s too long
E7                                      A
’Course now right along with ’em
Dm7                         G
I got no natural rhythm
        B                     C#
But I go dancin’ every night
B                                          C#
Hopin’ one day I might get it right
             C#       B F#                      C#         B F#
I’m a dancin’ fool,       I’m a  Dancin’ fool     (2x)
           B
(6/4) I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,

But I can’t compete, ’cause I’m a
            C#        B F#              C#          B F#
(4/4)Dancin’ fool, I’m a Dancin’ fool
          A7sus                  A7
The disco folks all dressed up
A7sus                         A7
Like they’s fit to kill
    A7sus                 D
I walk on in ’n’ see ’em there
C                                       Bb
Gonna give them all a thrill
 E7                                A
When they see me comin’
Dm7                       G
They all steps aside
           B                         C#
They has a fit while I commit
           B             C#
My social suicide,

 I’m a

Dancin’ fool, I’m a Dancin’ fool

The beat goes on And I’m so wrong

The beat goes on And I’m so wrong

The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong

The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong

The beat goes on ’n’ I’m so wrong

I may be totally wrong, but I’m a

Dancin’ fool, I’m a dancin’ fool

Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa

I got it all together now

With my very own disco clothes, hey!

My shirt’s half open, t’show you my chains

’N’ the spoon for up my nose

I am really somethin’

That’s what you’d prob’ly say

So smoke your little smoke

Drink your little drink

While I dance the night away

 I’m a Dancin’ fool, I’m a Dancin’ fool, (etc., etc.)

I may be totally wrong, but I’m a

I may be totally wrong, but I’m a

I may be totally wrong, but I’m a
FOOL-uh!

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