There’s a buckdance ev’ry Friday night
Down at the old Town Hall
Where sometimes you can see the best
Buckdancer of them all
She waves her hands, she swings her hips,
Her long hair’s flyin’ free
She sparks and smiles and kicks in style
That’s a pure delight to see
Well maybe she’ll be there this week
She’ll fill your heart with joy
But her Daddy don’t like her to go out
Dancin’ with the boys
That’s her Daddy in the back
Tryin’ not to tap his toes,
He sneaks in to watch her dance
Cause he don’t want her to know!
Cho: He’s the buckdancer’s Daddy and he
can’t sit down
He smiles when she swings around
He’s the buckdancer’s Daddy and he tries
so hard to frown
But he’s the buckdancer’s Daddy and he
can’t sit down!
As a boy he danced on flyin’ feet
Each contest he would win
Fell in love with a girl so sweet
And married to the beat of the mandolin
When the baby came, his lady died
And he hung up his shoes
No one knows how long he cried,
But his dancin’ days were through
His daughter grew up straight and strong
She got straight A’s in school
But when she hears a cloggin’ song
She dances like a fool
She follows in her Daddy’s footsteps
Has his natural moves, . .
He don’t approve, he says he only
Comes to hear the music!!
Now ev’ry Sunday he drops by
And tries to hide his smile
He shows us pictures of the guy
She danced with down the aisle
His wallet is chock-full of
Little dancers in his clan, . .
And Grandpa claims that ev’ry one
Can buckdance like he can!!
Written by Peter Alsop, ©1980, Moose School Music (BMI)
On Uniforms – www.peteralsop.com