Dancing With Mr D (Live / Forest National Arena, Brussels / 17/10/73) Lyrics

Down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells thick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days, he's gonna set you free
Human skull hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah
Well, well

Will it be poison put in my glass?
Will it be slow, or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a .44 in West Virginia

I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah

I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
Dancing with Mr. D
Yeah
Saints alive
Well well, well well

One night, I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at strange with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange, all cunning and wise
I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancing with

I was dancing
Dancing, dancing and dancing
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, Lord, keep your hands off me
Dancing with Mr. D

Well, well, oh yeah
Ooh, yeah
All right, we're going to do "Do do d-d-d-do," Keith?