That Spanish Rag 1909

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 12 Nov 2006
2006

A toreador cried, I implore you,
come to my grand bull fight,
I'll lay him low with just a blow,
beneath your eyes so bright,
I answered: "What! No thanks,
I'll not watch you and a bull play tag,
I want to dance, give me a chance,
to do that Spanish Rag.

Commence by gliding, sliding,
till you think you're riding
on the air alone.
Your eyes are churning, yearning,
while you're twisting, turning,
just to give it tone.
Sweet music creeping, sweeping you along,
and keeping time to ev'ry pose,
a melody that flows down to your toes,
then you hop 'till you drop, never stop.
Keep moving lightly, sprightly,
while you're swaying slightly,
with a step so light
it's so artistic, mystic,
the really realistic,
when you do it right,
that music softly rising,
sounds surprising, tantalising,
I'm advising you to learn each twist
and turn of that old Spanish Rag.

Commence by gliding, sliding,
till you think you're riding
on the air alone.
Your eyes are churning, yearning,
while you're twisting, turning,
just to give it tone.
Sweet music creeping, sweeping you along,
and keeping time to ev'ry pose,
a melody that flows down to your toes,
then you hop 'till you drop, never stop.
Keep moving lightly, sprightly,
while you're swaying slightly,
with a step so light
it's so artistic, mystic,
the really realistic,
when you do it right,
that music softly rising,
sounds surprising, tantalising,
I'm advising you to learn each twist
and turn of that old Spanish Rag.

In just two days he got the craze,
danced morning, and night and noon,
why he'd command the bullring band,
to play just that one tune,
he'd take his place,
a bull he'd face,
but somehow the fight would drag,
for in the ring,
he'd start to sing,
and dance that Spanish Rag.

Commence by gliding, sliding,
till you think you're riding
on the air alone.
Your eyes are churning, yearning,
while you're twisting, turning,
just to give it tone.
Sweet music creeping, sweeping you along,
and keeping time to ev'ry pose,
a melody that flows down to your toes,
then you hop 'till you drop, never stop.
Keep moving lightly, sprightly,
while you're swaying slightly,
with a step so light
it's so artistic, mystic,
the really realistic,
when you do it right,
that music softly rising,
sounds surprising, tantalising,
I'm advising you to learn each twist
and turn of that old Spanish Rag.

Commence by gliding, sliding,
till you think you're riding
on the air alone.
Your eyes are churning, yearning,
while you're twisting, turning,
just to give it tone.
Sweet music creeping, sweeping you along,
and keeping time to ev'ry pose,
a melody that flows down to your toes,
then you hop 'till you drop, never stop.
Keep moving lightly, sprightly,
while you're swaying slightly,
with a step so light
it's so artistic, mystic,
the really realistic,
when you do it right,
that music softly rising,
sounds surprising, tantalising,
I'm advising you to learn each twist
and turn of that old Spanish Rag.

Soft karaoke
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That Spanish Rag 1909
Music by Seymour Furth
Lyrics by Will A.Heelan
© 1909 by Seymour Furth Mus.Pub.Co.   N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Sunday 12 November 2006 at 9.04pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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