Lycra Dancer
I once met a man who puts me to shame
Knows how to make the world jump
For a brief weekend in the heart of July
He comes to the Village Pump
A folk festival – one of many round here
Real ale, daft hats and pink pants
With fiddles and beards and campervan types
Plus a man who comes just to dance
And he twirls and he reels with his pint glass held high
As he dances and brushes his hands on the sky
Resplendent in lycra through chorus and verse
And I can’t help but think that we all could do worse
Than to be like the lycra dancer
His costume is skin tight - as black as the mine
For freedom has nothing to hide
Like him or loathe him, he cares not a fig
As he wiggles his darkened backside
But everyone loves him and buys him a beer
For he doesn’t care what he weighs
He proclaims this is me – I’m fat and I’m bald
And I’m having the greatest of days
And he twirls and he reels with his pint glass held high
As he dances and brushes his hands on the sky
Resplendent in lycra through chorus and verse
And I can’t help but think that we all could do worse
Than to be like the lycra dancer
Yet he is no fool – has a serious job
Takes on humans to mend
A surgeon for forty-eight weeks of the year
A dancer for a summer weekend
And if in my life I should fall by the way
Should I ever come under his knife
I will smile as his ether lulls me to sleep
And let lycra man’s hands hold my life
And he twirls and he reels with his pint glass held high
As he dances and brushes his hands on the sky
Resplendent in lycra through chorus and verse
And I can’t help but think that we all could do worse
Than to be like the lycra dancer