JOHNNY RUMBA

"My name is Johnny Rumba and I was born to dance.
I'm here to find a partner, you just might have a chance.
Across the room I saw you, undressing me with your eyes,
I like that in a woman - and the message it implies.
The wife and I don't get along, she treats me so unfair,
She doesn't understand me and the kids don't really care."

"I'm known as Dark Bandoneon in the Argentine,
Where my name is legend and I lead the conga line.
The women send me flowers and grovel at my feet,
Vying for my favors, they pursue me on the street.
I've decided that I'll let you have a dance with me,
But remember, only this first lesson will be free."

"They call me Stella Stiletto, that's my dancing name.
On this barroom dance floor, I've earned a certain fame.
Let's see if you've got rhythm, can you keep up my pace?
We'll start off with a tango and then burn down this place.
You're arrogant and cocky, I like that in a man,
Now step into the spotlight and catch me if you can."

Sizing up each other, they circled around the floor,
Like the French apache dancers of a time before.
Aware of no one else, they locked their hands and eyes,
Then began a rhythm of the devil's own devise.
Steam rose up around them in clouds of hellish heat,
As they battled on the dance floor to a tango beat.

Mesmerized by the two dancers, the crowd held its breath,
For each one feared this tango might end in sudden death.
The tireless concertina compelled them with its song,
In a frenzied exhibition for the watching throng.
Cheek to cheek, and hip to hip, they tangled through the night,
To a primal Latin beat, a dazzling desperate fight.

Until the dawn they danced, neither willing to give in,
For this competition both determined they must win.
When the smoke and steam cleared, only one was standing tall,
Triumphant in her victory and laughing through it all.
Leaning over his bowed body, with a scathing glance,
She whispered, "Don't come back, John, until you learn to dance."