Dai Qui Miorô

I went to a country dance, in a small-town hall
The vibe was weak, dull, and lacking heat at all
Then the crowd started shouting, all in the same tone
We need a accordion player, to make this party known

They found an accordion, with a player in tow
From that moment on, the party really started to flow
The accordionist on stage, pressed the box to his chest
And the crowd filled the room, singing out with zest

Then it got better here, then it got better here
After the accordionist pulled the bellows, oh dear
That’s when the party got better, then it got better here

Like a Saint John’s festival, jumping over the coals
Out on the dance floor, the crowd ignites their souls
If the lipstick and perfume, from a kiss are the spice
The party’s only fun, with an accordionist’s slice

The kitchen’s all empty, where’d the cooks all go?
They’re all in the room, gathered 'round the accordion show
The folks who were outside came in without a dime
And the bouncer joined in too, to hear the accordion chime

Then it got better here...

The party keeps on rolling, and no one’s leaving the space
With the push and pull of the bellows, in this lively place
It’s in the heat of the neck, it’s in the sweat that pours
There’s no ugly woman left, for a guy who’s had four

The waiters are alone, at the bar there’s no one left
The security’s on the floor, joining in with the heft
If the start was weak, now it’s really on fire
With the accordionist’s touch, the party’s gone higher.