Come sweep me off my dusty feet
And we'll go dancing
Pull back the curtains
And let the sun pour in
It's not too late although it
May be December
It's warm enough this time of year
In our city of angels
So put on the phonograph
And play some classical music
You are Emerson, Eliot
Dickenson and Blake
You are Beethoven
And a Chopin waltz across the kitchen floor
It's been a tiresome year, but
Now we won't worry
The bills and traffic
Will still be there tomorrow
And I know I should feel happy
To be in L.A
But I really don't care where I am
As long as you take me dancing
So put on the phonograph
And play some classical music
You are Emerson, Eliot
Dickenson and Blake
You are Beethoven
And a Chopin waltz across the kitchen floor
You make me want to stay
In this music forever
You are Emerson, Eliot
Dickenson and Blake
You are Beethoven
And a Chopin waltz across the kitchen floor