Rhythm Doesn’t Make You A Dancer - Jon Fratelli

Well it was my finest hour yes it was

I was the last of the believers in the cause

They tried to sell me Jacob's glory

The answer to the story

And the rhythm of the laughable applause

So I buried my belief and road the train

I sang your lover is a liar in the rain

And though a man he has to eat

He's always drowning in defeat

Only a fool would think the world is round anyway

Put your money right where your mouth is

Don't go deaf or blind just to find this

One plus one don't equal an answer

Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer

Well there was a message in the herald tribune

About a house of misrepute they couldn't ruin

And though the medicine they chose

Was dedicated to the rose

It sucked the life from this ridiculous cartoon

And so I made some old excuse and I declined

To be a joker and a poacher of the mind

And through the window in the gate

I spied the dagger on the plate

Then I left every desperate one of them behind

Put your money right where your mouth is

Don't go deaf or blind just to find this

One plus one don't equal an answer

Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer

Put your money right where your mouth is

Don't go deaf or blind just to find this

One plus one don't equal an answer

Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer

Feel the fever burns out the headlines

Everybody loses it sometimes

One plus one don't equal an answer

Rhythm doesn't make you a dancer