Putting On My Dancing Shoes
It’s my time to shine

I just got accepted as one of the contestants I’ll have to double down on store-bought decongestants
I have a flabby body I need to reinvent I hope I get a partner with a foreign accent
I may have to switch to drinking only lemonade If I want to stun the judges with my Promenade
I have never tried to Salsa unless you count with chips But either way I’ll have to perform a lot of dips
I’m mastering the steps to the Lindy Circle I don’t want to end up dancing like Steve Urkel
I won’t stop ‘till I’m the champ the hero of the ballroom You know I’m going to dazzle in my Cha-Cha costume
I’ll be getting my tan on they have it in a spray You have to look the part for the Paso Doble
I hope to make it through each week my plan is to survive I won’t listen to the judges or any of their Jive
Like Scaramouch, Scaramouch I will do the Fandango The Quickstep and the Mambo the Foxtrot and the Tango
I will be elegant and stylish without any glaring faults Turning heads like Captain von Trapp dancing the Viennese Waltz
This contest will be a significantly sized chunk of my personal memoirs I’m gonna be on Dancing With The Not Even Remotely Close To Being Stars
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