The virtues of amateurism

If we should step on the dance floor,
I’ll step on you, make your feet sore,
But that’s cos I don’t know how to.
I will fill the pot with water
And simply wait for your daughter
To turn this water into stew.
I sing best when I go off key.
Ne’re put a ball in front of me,
I might kick right with the left shoe.

Leonell