Guest John: Maureen Johnson
The related banter…
H: Do you have a poem for us?
M: I do.
H: Oh, that’s good. So you don’t have any AFC Wimbledon news but you will fulfill John’s role of a short poem.
M: I certainly will. Here is a short poem for you.
(Reads lyrics)
And that was, of course, part of Tiny Dancer written by Bernie Taupin, the man who wrote lyrics to nearly all… It’s an extraordinarily high percentage of Elton John’s songs.
H: That was beautiful. That was a beautiful, uh, poem and a some what unexpected direction to go in which I’m excited that, yes. Because who knows a bunch of short poems and is pretentious enough to talk about them on podcasts besides John Green?
M: No-one.
H: No-one. Yeah.
M: Zero people.
H: Zero people.
M: Really.
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Blue-jean baby, LA lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty-eyed, pirate smile
You’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must’ve seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
Click to read remaining song lyrics
Jesus freaks, out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back, she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on, she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums
But, oh, how it feels so real
Lying here, with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Blue-jean baby, LA lady
Seamstress for the band
Pretty-eyed, pirate smile
You’ll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must’ve seen her
Dancing in the sand
And now she’s in me, always with me
Tiny dancer in my hand
But, oh, how it feels so real
Lying here, with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today
Hold me closer, tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today