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There is a fat man in a zoot suit
On a hundred and thirty third street
(Between Lenox and seventh)
Hanging cigars
Underneath a mustache that could strangle a cat
(Meow)
He's searching for talent
'Cause he's lost all his balance
But at a time in Harlem
People did call him
The Tap Dancing Spider
He's the Tap Dancing Spider
He's the guy to meet
He's the best in the biz
And he never loses the beat
He'll teach a new dog even newer tricks
He'll get you on the stage boy you'll be howling
Thou shall not copy each other's steps
Screwed metal on leather
(These shoes fit perfectly)
I can feel the world tapping under my feet
(You can tap the world)
The spider's web weaving
And I've become the bug
I think I'm getting the hang of this
Ooh look at me go
(Ooh look at you go
You are dancing with the pros)
I've learned to balance
And gained good status in this club
(Wap wah ooh)
'Cause he's the Tap Dancing Spider
He's the guy to meet
He's the best in the biz
And he never loses the beat
He'll teach a new dog even newer tricks
He'll get you on the stage, boy you'll be howling
Thou shall not copy each other's steps
Screwed metal on leather
(These shoes fit perfectly)
I can feel the world tapping under my feet
(You can tap the world)
The spider's web weaving
And I've become the bug
Screwed metal on leather
(These shoes fit perfectly)
I can feel the world tapping under my feet
(You can tap the world)
The spider's done weaving
And I've become the spider's bug
Thou shall not copy each other's steps
