How She Dances (Herrick Was Right)

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

Do you rate my chances
Now you've seen her?
Yeah I know
There can't be many chances leaner
Oh but, holy glory, how she dances

Can you see me winning
In there pitching?
Yeah I know
Frustration can be enriching
But, believe me boy, I'm just beginning

There she goes
Heels and toes
Fawns and does
Aren't in it

Step aside for shame, gazelle
You might as well be rhino
Someone I know
Leaves you looking
Like a pressure cooker cooking
Fifty to the minute

Tote that petal
Lift that rose

Would you care to wager
I won't win her?
Yeah I know
Slavery just isn't in her
But even if it does enrage her
Maybe I'm the man to cage her

There she goes
Heels and toes

I'm on the Holy Grail trail
Man the guns, crowd on the sail
I may not live to tell the tale
Probably I'll die in jail

Tote that petal
Lift that rose

Do you rate my chances
Now you've seen her?
Yeah I know
There can't be many chances leaner
Oh but, holy glory, how she dances

Can you see me winning
In there pitching?
Yeah I know
Frustration can be enriching
But, believe me boy, I'm just beginning