John Martyn - Perfect Hustler Lyrics

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've been impressed
The way you move around
I thought you got that kind of form
Back in the lost and found
Oh, 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 motion
The man who taught you how to dance
I believe it took a while

I have a lust a sudden expectation
Got the inkling of an inclination
Got the kind of shape make a blind man see
Make a lame man run you're safe with me
My lips are sealed they 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 has been 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 lover’s eye 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
Ah, 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 nose, of
His nose, of his nose, of his hose
He taught you how to dance
The can can, cha cha
But you give him the big E
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
Give him the rubber ear body swerve