you talked me into the game of chance.
it was ´39, before the music started,
when you walked up to me and you said,
"hey, heads we dance."
well, i didn´t know who you were
until i saw the morning paper:
there was a picture of you
a picture of you ´cross the front page.
it looked just like you, just like you in every way.
but it couldn´t be true.
it couldn´t be true.
you stepped out of a stranger.

they say that the devil is a charming man.
and just like you i bet he can dance.
and he´s coming up behind in his long
tailed black coat dance,
all tails in the air.
but the penny landed with its head dancing.

a picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
standing with your head held high,
hot down to the floor.
but it couldn´t be you.
it couldn´t be you.
it´s a picture of hitler.

he go "do-do-do-do-do"
he go "do-do-do-do-do"
he go "do-do-do-do-do--
do you want to dance?"

well, i couldn´t see what was to be,
so i just stood there laughing.

a picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
standing with your head held high,
hot down to the floor.
but it couldn´t be you.
it couldn´t be you.
it´s a picture of hitler.

he go "mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
he go "mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
he go "mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh--
"heads we´re dancing."