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I was sittin' on a pity pot thinking that my life was really shot
I'm just a line dancing fool, line dancing fool
Well I fell in love with Elvira, then I fell for Norma Jean
I'm just a line dancing fool, line dancing fool
Jim Carrey to the left, now double to the right
We're just line dancing fools, we're line dancing fools |
Peter Cross is the songwriter, the lead singer and he also sings all the harmony
tracks, plus he's the arranger and the producer.
Commentary:
Well there I was, divorced, lonely, pathetic and miserable, and some friends from the Second Chance
divorce group were telling me that I ought to get out, have some fun and meet new people. Cursed by the demon of rock and
roll, I was unable to bear the sound of disco garbage, Crap "music" (hip hop), or techno noise without vomiting, and I'm
still allergic to most of what I hear. I exit a club faster than Superman when they play "Brick House" or "Play That Funky
Music White Boy". So I drove 15 miles south to the Cowboy Country Club to try line dancing. As it turned out, the place was
full of geeks so I felt right at home. I went out line dancing three times a week, but I couldn't remember the steps from
one day to the next, and I didn't make friends with anyone. However, somewhere inside me, the
experience gelled into a clever song, and it really is autobiographical.
2004 update: I now own that one of a kind fat leather belt with a big silver
buckle that says "Let's Dance" across the top, and it says "Starcrost Productions" across the bottom. And in the middle
there's an embossed gold figure of a cowboy riding a bucking bull. Considering all the bull I've had to put up with, it's
highly appropriate, don't you think?
Music, lyrics, text, and web page design copyright 1996 © Peter Cross

Peter is the singer standing up at the mic on the left
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