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."