Dancin Alone Songtext
von Rod Stewart

On a boulevard in Paris
I met a good old friend of mine
"Come on over to my place
Bring yourself and a bottle of wine"
So I put on my leathers
And I tried to look my best
But I was apprehensive
I noticed I was the only guest

It was then I witnessed
Something I′d never seen
Some satisfaction
Dancin' alone
Dancin′ alone
Listen

There's a white house in Georgia
Down the Mason-Dixon line
They got Kentucky Derby winners there
They got a Lear jet parked outside, yeah


But every Friday weekend
When the big Tom cat's away
You′ll find the plantation shaking
By the butler and the upstairs maid

Don′t need no money
Diamonds or Cadillacs
To get all the satisfaction
Dancin' alone
Dancin′ alone
Dancin' alone

Don′t you worry
'Bout the problems of the human race
Get some satisfaction
Dancin′ alone
Dancin' alone
Listen to this

At a hot spot in Texas
On an endless Friday night
I was listening to Waylon and Willie
When a cowgirl passed my sights
And I took a look in the mirror
To make sure that my head was screwed on


I was feeling rejected
But I wasn't going home
In a moment of a rash decision
I threw myself right on the floor
I did a backflip and somersault
Yeah, the crowd called for more

So if you′re tired of watching
Being left on the shelf
Get your satisfaction
Dancin′ alone, dancin' alone
Dancin′ alone, dancin' alone
Dancin′ alone, dancin' alone, baby