(To Dance Around in Your Bones)
A popular song from 1929
Words by Edgar Leslie
Music by Walter Donaldson
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Dancing may do this and that
And help you take off lots of fat
But I’m no friend of dancing when it’s hot
So, if you are a dancing fool
Who loves to dance but can’t keep cool
Bear in mind the idea that I’ve got
Chorus
When it gets too hot for comfort
And you can’t get ice cream cones
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
When the lazy syncopation
Of the music softly moans
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
The Polar Bears aren’t green up in Greenland
They’ve got the right idea
They think it’s great to refridgerate
While we all cremate down here
Just like those bamboo babies
In the South Sea tropic zone
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
Chorus
When you’re calling up your sweetie
In those Hot House Telephones
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
When you’re on a crowded dance floor
Near those Red Hot saxophones
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
Just take a look at the girls while they’re dancing
Notice the way they’re dressed
Wear silken clothes without any hose
And nobody knows the rest
If a gal wears X-ray dresses
And shows everything she owns
‘Tain’t no sin, to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
Sung here by Fred Feild: