Track 3 of the EP Fog Lamp Samba · 2014
Dancing in the Kitchen at Noon
“Burnt toast and a wooden spoon, and that's about the whole arrangement. Danny swears he's playing the spoon on the fills.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · kitchen swing · 2:47
Lyrics
Radio on and the toast is burning Wooden spoon, and my hips are turning Sunlight sliding across the floor Nobody's watching, so I want more Socks on the tile, I'm sliding past Sweet little moment made to last Nothing to do and nowhere to be Just the rhythm and me Dancing in the kitchen at noon Humming along to a happy tune Spin me round, the day is bright Everything's going to be all right Dancing in the kitchen at noon Neighbour's window is open wide She is waving, she's got a smile Raise the spoon and give a cheer Joy is simple when it's near Don't need a ballroom, don't need a band Just a little floor and a willing hand Take the day and let it play Dance a little, dance away Dancing in the kitchen at noon Humming along to a happy tune Spin me round, the day is bright Everything's going to be all right Dancing in the kitchen at noon Dancing in the kitchen At noon