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.

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 "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh"
He go "Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh--
"Heads we´re dancing."