Tekster: Elvis Costello. My Aim Is True. No Dancing.

Oh, I know that she has made a fool of him
Like girls have done so many nights before
Time and time again life is so strange
I don't know why but somebody, somebody has to cry
There's gonna be no dancing when they get home

There's gonna be no dancing, there's gonna be no dancing
There's gonna be no dancing when they get home

Now he's telling her every little thing he's done
Once he glanced at the jackets of some paperbacks
Now he's read every one, he's such a drag
He's not insane, it's just that everybody has to feel his pain
There's gonna be no dancing when they get home

He's getting down on his knees
He finds that the girl is not so easy to please
Oh, oh, after all, his nights were just a paper striptease
She's caught it like some disease

If he says, no dancing, there's gonna be no dancing
There's gonna be no dancing on my own

She can't even speak to him, he can't face her now
He says "Even though I wanna shake your hand
All I ever do is bow, so now you see how can it be
Why can't you give me anythin' but sympathy?"

There's gonna be no dancing, there's gonna be no dancing
There's gonna be no dancing, there's gonna be no dancing
There's gonna be no dancing on my own