writers: leo sayer & david courtney

i was travellin´ down the road, feelin´ hungry and cold
i saw a sign sayin´ food and drinks for everyone
so naturally i thought i would take me a look inside
i saw so much food, there was water comin´ from my eye

yeah there was ham an´ there was turkey, there was caviar
an´ long tall glasses, with wine up to yar

an´ then somebody grabbed me, threw me outta my chair
said before you can eat, you gotta dance like fred astaire

you know i can´t dance, you know i can´t dance
you know i can´t dance, you know i can´t dance
i can´t dance

i am a man of the road -- a hobo by name
i don´t seek entertainment, just poultry and game
but if it´s all the same to you, then yes i will try my hand
if you were as hungry as me then i´m sure you would understand

hmmm
now wait a minute
let me see now

of course i can dance of course i can dance
i´m sure i can dance, i´m sure i can dance..
i can dance

i can dance
i really hit the floor
ah feels good
look at me dancin´

i did a two-step, quick-step and a bossa nova
a little victor silvester, and a rudy valentino
you should a seen me movin´, right across the floor
hand me down my tuxedo, next week i´m comin´ back for more

i can dance -- oh yes! i can dance
look at me dancin´ the floor movin´
i feel good -- i can dance
i can dance, i can dance, i can dance.