The man who taught you how to dance,
He was a perfect hustler.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He had a sense of style.
The man who taught you how to dance,
I believe he had gold teeth in.
I believe the man who taught you how to dance,
He had some style.

I want to know, I need to know,
I want your information.
My curiosity is as great
As is your implication.
I must confess, I'm being impressed,
The way you move around.
I thought you got that kind of form
Back in the lost and found.

Please, won't you tell me your name;
Won't you just tell me, who you are.
Please, won't you tell me your name?
Won't you just please give yourself away.

The man who taught you how to dance,
I believe he had gold teeth.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He had a sense of style.
The man who taught you how to dance,
I believe he had some notion.
The man who taught you how to dance,
I believe he took a while.

I have a lust;
A sudden expectation.
I've got the inkling
Of an inclination.
Got the kind of shape,
Make a blind man see,
Like a lame man run.
You're safe with me;
My lips are sealed,
It will never be undone.

Ah, you've got to tell me your name.
Just tell me who you are; who are you, who are you.
Won't you tell me your name.
Won't you just give yourself away?

The man who taught you how to dance,
He was a perfect hustler.
The man who taught you how to dance,
I believe he had some style.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He was the perfect hustler.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He must have took a while.

My interest is being aroused by your perpetual motion.
My approach is not in the least concerned with high-brow notions.
You've got the name, you've got the style;
You've got a sense of fashion
Underneath that cool façade... - your passion

Won't you please tell me your name, tell me your name.
Tell me, just tell me, who are you?
Won't you please just tell me, tell me your name.
Won't you tell me who you are.

The man who taught you how to dance,
He had a sense of fashion.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He had a sense of style.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He walked the royal mansions.
The man who taught you how to dance,
He walked the royal mile, uphill!
On his knees! Through his teeth, of his hose, of his nose, of his nose, of his hose,
He taught you how to dance;
The can-can, cha-cha,
.... ta guide, n'est pas

- Give him the elbow.
Then the body swerve.*)
Give him the body swerve,
Give him the body swerve,
Give him the body swerve.
Give him the rubber ear.*)
Give him the rubber ear.
Give him the body swerve.
Body swerve...

*) sitenote:
Both 'body swerve' and 'rubber ear' are Glaswegian expressions, explains Stuart Lapping.

"Body Swerve: means to avoid someone, for example you owe Fred some money so you give him a body swerve until you save up the money.
Rubber Ear: Joe is sitting beside you in the pub nattering non stop about giving Fred a body swerve. He won't stop chatting so you give him a rubber ear, that is you stop listening and ignore him."