I am far from sentimental or romantic
And I like to think I'm strictly up to date
But at times the dancing gets a bit too frantic
In these hectic days of 1428
So indulge me as I pause to raise my chalice
To a quaint and charming dance they used to do
In the days when my dear father played the palace
Back in 1392
My dad was debonair and quite as light as air
In his very soft shoes
How he could dip and glide
And skip and slip and slide
In his very soft shoes

I used to stand and watch him everyday
He was always smooth and cool
I used to love to hear the people say
He's a regular dancing fool
He barely touched the ground
And never made a sound
But I've noticed in all his reviews
That when he took his bow to the crowd and the crown
The crowd went crazy and the house came down
When Daddy wore his very soft shoes

And when he took his bow to the crowd and the crown
The crowd went crazy and the house came down
When Daddy wore his very soft shoes