Very Soft Shoes

I am far from sentimental or romantic And I like to think I'm stricty up to date But at times the dancing gets a bit too frantic In these hecktic 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