I do the Boogie Woogie as Glen Miller plays, my body matching the music as I dance on the stage. The girls smile and clap their hands as I complete a somersault and land on my hands. Glen nods his head. He knows I’m the best, and I can dance all night without taking a rest. Is that Elvis or just an illusion? I run over, shake his hand, and tell him, “I’m one of your greatest fans.” “Thanks, Mr President,” he says in that American drawl, and suddenly I’m eight feet tall.
I do the Boogie Woogie as Glen Miller plays, my body matching the music as I dance on the stage. The girls smile and clap their hands as I complete a somersault and land on my hands. Is that Michel, Jackson, moonwalking towards me? It’s so difficult to know if he’s coming or going, and I wonder if he was backward at school, and that special walk made him no one’s fool.
I do the Boogie Woogie as Glen Miller plays, my body matching the music as I dance on the stage. The girls smile and clap their hands as I complete a somersault and land on my hands. I started with nothing, just a million or two, but because I’m clever, it grew and grew. So I know what it’s like to have holes in my socks, and I have thought about it long and hard, then worked out that without that hole, your foot wouldn’t go in; that’s why I’m clever, and that thought makes me grin.
I do the Boogie Woogie as Glen Miller Plays, my body matching the music as I dance on the stage. The girls smile and clap their hands as I complete a somersault and land on my hands.
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