Lyrics John Martyn

John Martyn

Perfect Hustler

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