Tangossa (feat. Pat Appleton)

In Argentina, the Tango starts dying

The cause of it is, that the young generation

They start getting more excited with rock and roll than with tango

They listen to rock and roll

And that's the end of the tango

But my music goes on

There are cracks in the pavement

Where we once stepped up

To dance the dreamy night away

Hearts and sensual rhythms

Are only memories now

Where is that music?

Where is that sound?

Where's that old, familiar feeling

That spun me round and around and around

Leaving me reeling?

Preciously reeling

Preciously reeling

Day they closed that dance hall

I knew we were through

And now I roam the streets searching

Frantic for you

Where is that dance hall?

Where is that feeling

That takes me there?

I met you on a rainy day

And thought my heart would stand still

Your arm surrounded me

And I felt the chill

Where is that music?

Where is that sound?

Where is that old, familiar feeling

That spun me round?

Where is that old, familiar feeling

That keeps me

Preciously reeling?