I Won’t Dance

Lyrics

[Preamble: Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong] Think of what you're losing by constantly refusing To dance with me You'd be the idol of France with me And yet you stand there And shake your foolish head dramatically While wait here so ecstatically You just look and say emphatically Not this season, yes, there's a reason [Chorus: Louis Armstrong] I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, madam, with you My heart won't let my feet do things they should do, yes You know what, you're lovely And so what? You're still lovely But oh what you do to me I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor Yes, when you dance you're charming and you're gentle Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos And that's why I won't dance. Why should I? I won't dance. How could I? I won't dance, merci beaucoup I know that music leads the way to romance So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance [Chorus: Ella Fitzgerald] I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, monsieur, with you My heart won't let my feet do things they should do You know what, you're handsome And so what? You're handsome But oh, what you do to me I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance you're charming and you're gentle Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos And that's why I won't dance. Why should I? I won't dance. How could I? I won't dance, merci beau coup I know that music leads the way to romance So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance [Chorus 2: Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong] Yes, I won't dance, don't ask me I won't dance, don't ask me I will not dance, madame, with you, yes My heart won't let my feet do things they should do Yeah, you know what? You're kinda lovely And so what? I'm lovely But oh, what you do to me I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor When you dance you're charming and you're gentle Especially when you do the continental But this feeling isn't purely mental For heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos, honey, whoa! And that's why I won't dance. Why should I? (Oh yes) I won't dance. How could I? I won't dance, merci beaucoup, yes, merci beaucoup I know that music leads the way to romance So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance, yes