I can tell it by the way you walk
You ain't no pale Nijinsky
I can tell it by the way you talk
You ain't no Prince o' Wales
I can tell it by the way you move
That you got the good times shakin'
I can tell it by the midnight hour
You'll be spinnin' on a dime
To the same old country music
The same old sound of soul
The same old grooves
Yeh the low down blues
And the same old Rock 'n' Roll
Well I can see – that you believe
Yes I can see – that you believe
I can tell it by the way you look
You aint no Casanova
I can tell it by the way you're cut
That you aint so Debonaire
I can tell the way you kick it back
Nothin' gets too holy
I can tell you're an open book
Just hanging on your dream
Of the same old country music
The same old sound of soul
The same old grooves
Yeh the low down blues
And the same old Rock 'n'Roll
Well I can see – that you believe
Yes I can see – that you believe
Well I can see – that you believe
All lit up – like Christmas trees
Huh. There you are – as thick as thieves
I can see – that you believe
Just a dancing fool – you got your dancing Queen
Oh I can see – that you believe
Oh I can see – that you believe
Uh huh. Just like me