Show me show show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream, she said…Cooking this afternoon in the kitchen, listening to music from the Eighties, and seized by unexpected delight.Out of all those kinds of people, you’ve got a face with a view…It’s like 25 or 30 years ago, before people you love started dying of cancer, before your kids struggled with sickness, and went to the hospital, before you and your friends started divorcing, and losing their jobs, and losing their parents, and, well, losing.Put on those red shoes and let’s dance the blues…Maybe it would be fun to put the wooden spoon down and dance a little jig across the kitchen floor. Maybe it would be fun to dance that spazzy dance Marc Caplan taught us how to do back in the day.This ain’t no Mudd Club, no CBGB’s, I ain’t got time for that now…But I do got time for that now. Dance, dance, dance. Remember what it was like to be young and energetic and unmarked by life. Turn it up! Dance!Rudie can’t fail … Rudie can’t fail … Rudie can’t fail …Ruthie can’t fail