Heads We're Dancing

You talked me into the game of chance
It was '39, before the music started,
When you walked up to me and you said,
"Hey, heads we dance"
Well, I didn't know who you were
Until I saw the morning paper:

There was a picture of you
A picture of you 'cross the front page
It looked just like you, just like you in every way
But it couldn't be true
It couldn't be true
You stepped out of a stranger

They say that the Devil is a charming man
And just like you I bet he can dance
And he's coming up behind in his long
Tailed black coat dance,
All tails in the air
But the penny landed with its head dancing

A picture of you, a picture of you in uniform,
Standing with your head held high,
Hot down to the floor
But it couldn't be you
It couldn't be you
It's a picture of Hitler

He go do-do-do-do-do
He go do-do-do-do-do
He go do-do-do-do-do
Do you want to dance?

Well, I couldn't see what was to be,
So I just stood there laughing

He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
He go mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh
Heads we're dancing