[ Featuring Big Joe Turner ]
The night is getting on
The band is getting slow
The crowd is almost gone
But here we are still dancing
Nothing to do, but waltz
Our feet can barely move
My legs are yelling "Whoa"
But we're in such a groove
And love is still advancing
Nothing to do, but waltz
You can't suggest that we could go on jitterbugging
No bugging
We've nothing left for moves more strenuous than hugging
Just hugging
But we don't need much room to gently cut-a-rug in, we two
We're dead on our feet
And the sauce is repeatin'
But what can you do?
I tried another juice
And get from head to toe
My body's feeling loose
And warm and kind of supple
Nothing to do, but waltz
My man would slip away
My arms just won't let go
I think I'd like to stay,
Till we're the only couple
Nothing to do, but waltz
You never know how far this sort of thing can get you
One never knows, one never, never knows
We're not as tired as we would like to think, I bet you
You stay up half the night with me, if I would let you
Yes
So come, let the waltz play again
