Perfect Hustler Lyrics

Song	Perfect Hustler
Artist	John Martyn
Album	Glorious Fool
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	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.

	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.

	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.

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