Meadowlands - Quincy Jones & His Orchestra

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow

That I’ve ever seen

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow

One night in a disco on the outskirts of Frisco

I was cruisin' with my favorite gang

The place was so boring, filled with out-of-towners touring

I knew that it wasn’t my thing

I really wasn’t caring but I felt my eyes staring

At a guy who stuck out in the crowd

He had the kind of body that would shame Adonis

And a face that would make any man proud

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow

That I’ve ever seen

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow

The champion of dance, his moves would put you in a trance

And he never leaves the disco alone

Arrogance but not conceit, as a man he is complete

My crème de la crème, please take me home

He wears the finest clothes, the best designers, heaven knows

Oooh, from his head down to his toes

Halston, Gucci, Fiorucci, he looks like a still

That man is dressed to kill

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow

That I’ve ever seen

Oh what, wow

He’s the greatest dancer

Oh what, wow