I'd Rather Charleston Composer(s): George Gershwin; Desmond Carter Performer(s): Fred & Adele Astaire and multiple other artists
Fred: I've seen for days that you've got The ways that must be checked In you I never can detect The slightest signs of intellect Your mad on dances, think of the chances you neglect You never seem inclined to use your mind And it's quite plain to see That I'm the brains of the family
Fred: Take a lesson from me
Adele: I'd rather Charleston
Fred: Charleston? Think of what you might be
Adele: I'd rather Charleston
Fred: Charleston? I'm disappointed in you and your ways
Adele: I'm double-jointed There's no sensation like syncopation
Fred: Will you let me know why
Adele: I'd rather Charleston
Fred: Charleston? That's the sort of thing I would never do So, leave it behind and give your mind to something new
Adele: I'd rather Charleston Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you
Fred: Your way of living soon will be giving me a pain You just repeat that same refrain You use your feet and not your brain Something has got you I don't know what you hope to gain And after all I've done It's not much fun to have to have a Sister who's Got her brain in her dancing shoes
Fred: So, take a lesson from me
Adele: I'd rather Charleston
Fred: Charleston? When you're older you'll see
Adele: I'd rather Charleston Fred: Charleston? The great improvements I looked for in you
Adele: I like improvements They make new plastic just like elastic
Fred: Say, don't you ever keep cool
Adele: I'd rather Charleston
Fred: Oh no, that's the sort of thing silly people do Hey, haven't you read what Lincoln said in sixty-two
Adele: Ye-a-a-a-h-h-h!
Fred: Well, what'd he say?
Adele: I'd rather Charleston Fred: (Oh no), Charleston, Charleston with you
Fred: Not me
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