Riot and Frolic

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I own and rock people’s faces off teaching ballroom dancing at Dancers Studio in St. Paul, MN. My husband and I compete professionally in American style and wrangle eight children in our spare time. I’ve been teaching and competing in ballroom dancing for over 25 years and have lots of opinions on it. I am an expert by any means, but there are quite a few dancers who are better than me and I have a solid knowledge of basic technique, so suck it.

To What Are We Dancing?

After being in ballroom dance studios for 30+ hours a week for 10+ years, I am an absolute PRO at singing along with most elevator and hold music.  Most of the time, I don't even realize the music that has entered my subconscious after hearing it in the background for hours at a time until I am tapping my foot to the tune at the bank or hardware store or restaurant.  

But then there was this:

 

And along with a handful of other classic songs from the crooners of yesteryear, I blushed when the lyrics landed in my head.  I mean, today's music is explicit, but using EVERY EUPHEMISM IN THE WORLD isn't much better.

Huzzah, Rosemary Clooney, you dirty bird.

Cheers, it's Friday.

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you saw that coming, right?

One year ago: I'm Having A Ball, in which I write a pretty lame post.

Two years ago: Jif, in which I share my favorite go-to soup recipe.

 

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3 responses to “To What Are We Dancing?”

  1. bgballroom Avatar
    bgballroom

    Well hows about a little Christina A, which used to be played pretty regularly at kid’s comps? LOL
    I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
    He really got me working up an appetite
    He had tattoos up and down his arm
    There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm
    He’s a one stop shop, makes my panties drop
    He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman
    A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman, ooh, yeah
    He took me to the Spider Club on Hollywood and Vine
    We drank champagne and we danced all night
    We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise
    The gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headline
    He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
    He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman
    A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman
    He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
    He’s a sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman
    A sweet talkin’ sugar coated candyman, ohh yeah
    Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot
    When he kissed my mouth it really hit the spot
    He had lips like sugarcane
    Good things come for boys who wait
    Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
    [ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
    Candyman, candyman
    Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
    Candyman, candyman
    Sweet sugar candyman
    He’s a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop
    Sweet sugar candyman
    He’s a one stop, got me hot, making my ugh pop
    Sweet sugar candyman
    He’s a one stop, get it while it’s hot, baby don’t stop
    Sweet sugar
    And not a ballroom tune, but bear in mind, Bessie Smith recorded it in 1928!
    I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
    I woke up this morning with a awful aching head
    My new man had left me, just a room and a empty bed
    Bought me a coffee grinder that’s the best one I could find
    Bought me a coffee grinder that’s the best one I could find
    Oh, he could grind my coffee, ’cause he had a brand new grind
    He’s a deep sea diver with a stroke that can’t go wrong
    He’s a deep sea diver with a stroke that can’t go wrong
    He can stay at the bottom and his wind holds out so long
    He knows how to thrill me and he thrills me night and day
    Oh, he knows how to thrill me, he thrills me night and day
    He’s got a new way of loving, almost takes my breath away
    Lord, he’s got that sweet somethin’ and I told my girlfriend Lou
    He’s got that sweet somethin’ and I told my girlfriend Lou
    From the way she’s raving, she must have gone and tried it too
    [Part 2]
    When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
    When my bed get empty make me feel awful mean and blue
    My springs are getting rusty, sleeping single like I do
    Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
    Bought him a blanket, pillow for his head at night
    Then I bought him a mattress so he could lay just right
    He came home one evening with his spirit way up high
    He came home one evening with his spirit way up high
    What he had to give me, make me wring my hands and cry
    He give me a lesson that I never had before
    He give me a lesson that I never had before
    When he got to teachin’ me, from my elbow down was sore
    He boiled my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
    He boiled my first cabbage and he made it awful hot
    When he put in the bacon, it overflowed the pot
    When you git good lovin’, never go and spread the news
    Yes, he’ll double-cross you, and leave you with them empty bed blues

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  2. JSunny Avatar
    JSunny

    What a delightful song from a fun-sounding pussy cat.

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  3. warren Avatar
    warren

    I love Rosemary Clooney’s voice and I have a man-crush on George too…oh the Clooneys!

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