The Ballroom Of Romance



In the ballroom of romance, there's a rock band playing,
People swaying to the beat, swaying in the heat,
In the corner over there by the door is a local casanova,
Yelling for another double scotch, "hey, steady on the rocks!"
And when the girl walked in, a complete unknown,
There was mass confusion, this beauty was alone,
And then the room began to shimmer,
Every heart was beating fast,
Every man who had to win her,
Was moving fast, they said

I'm ready, I'm ready for romance,
I'm ready for romance is here at last;

In the ballroom of romance, there's a young man waiting,
Standing looking over at the scene, it could be you or me,
Every eye in the room was watching as she walked over to him,
Whispered "do you want to come with me, I'm heading for the beach,"
In her BMW 635, going smooth at ninety, feeling good to be alive,
And then the moon began to shimmer,
Hey the sea was roaring in,
Just one kiss and then his heart,
Began to sing, he said

I'm ready, I'm ready for romance,
I'm ready for romance is here at last;

Hey the moon began to shimmer,
And the sea was roaring in,
The last thing I remember,
Was her kiss, I said

I'm ready, I'm ready for romance,
I'm ready, I'm ready for romance,
I said I'm ready, I'm ready for romance,
I'm ready for romance is here at last!

In the ballroom of romance,
In the ballroom of romance,
In the ballroom of romance,
In the ballroom of romance,
I'm ready!

Life goes on, same old song,
Life goes on, and love grows strong...
"It's quite a humorous track, with a driving sax part on it. It's really just one of those ballrooms.. it started off as 'Dance Hall In Beirut', - but nobody liked that very much! So I changed it. It's about a place where, every Saturday night, the same people go hoping for the girl of their dreams to show up. One night, as the same old local casanova is getting drunk, this stunning girl walks in. She's alone and, of course, all the local lads rush over and attempt to charm her. They all say 'I'm ready for you!' Again, it's from an observer's point of view; but one guy stands apart from the crowd, it could be me or you, but he's the guy that's cool, that's staying away from it all. Right in the middle of all this, the girl walks over to him - she selects him - and says 'Come with me, I'm going to the beach.' They jump into a BMW and roar off under the stars to the beach and make love as the sea pounds in. There's no great moral to it, it's just about being in the right place at the right time. And there's a slight switch to it at the end; the young man at the door becomes me, the singer. It's just a bit of fun, actually."
The Getaway Gazette, May '86
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