[Verse 1: Sixties mod male lead, British accent, riding the pounding mod drums] Saturday all-nighter at the Copper Club in town Got a suit off the market and the cuffs turned down Got a haircut from my mate, and he did it with a comb And I've never danced a step, not once, not even home Pauline's by the speaker with her eyeliner black And I walk out on the floor, and there's no goin' back First step, my heel catches on the cable for the lights And I spin across the boards, and I'm flyin' out of sight Down on one knee with my arms in the air Hop up on the wrong foot and pretend I don't care And the whole room stops, and the whole room stares And the boy from the bar says, "What do you call that there?" [Chorus: mod male lead, windmill guitar chords crashing on every line] Got off on the wrong foot, I went down on the floor Now the whole town's doin' it, they're comin' back for more Lead with your left, there ain't no right in sight Do the Wrong Foot, baby, you will never get it right [Verse 2: mod male lead, the bass running hard under the guitars] Next week there's a boy from Brighton doin' my spin And a girl from Shepherd's Bush does the knee drop with a grin By June, the papers say it's sweepin' every hall "Do the Wrong Foot" on the telly and the posters on the wall There's a teacher at the dance school chalkin' footprints on the floor But the minute you get good at it, it ain't wrong anymore There's a duke at a wedding, there's a vicar at a fete There's a copper on the corner hoppin' left at half past eight And they ask me on the radio, "How do you do it, son?" I say, "Trip over somethin', mate, and then you're done" [Chorus: mod male lead, windmill guitar chords crashing on every line] Got off on the wrong foot, I went down on the floor Now the whole town's doin' it, they're comin' back for more Lead with your left, there ain't no right in sight Do the Wrong Foot, baby, you will never get it right [Instrumental: windmill guitar chords and pounding mod drums, eight bars] [Verse 3: mod male lead, the band at full tilt] Last night of the summer, and Pauline takes my hand Says, "You're the boy who started it, the worst dancer in the land" I say, "I can't do it twice, love, I just fell over once" She says, "I was the first one copyin' you, you lovely dunce Next Saturday I did it, so you'd come and say hello You were starin' at your shoes all night, so how would you know?" [Chorus: mod male lead, windmill guitar chords crashing on every line] Got off on the wrong foot, I went down on the floor Now the whole town's doin' it, they're comin' back for more Lead with your left, there ain't no right in sight Do the Wrong Foot, baby, you will never get it right [Tag Line: mod male lead, the band crashing back for one extra line] Fell for her on the wrong foot, and I landed on my feet [End]
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