Rudi Ratlos

Rudi Ratlos fiddler supreme He's gonna play an evergreen You know he's 80, you think he's bursted You'd never know 'cause he's so serene Rudi Ratlos, too much pomade On what little hair that still remains Shame, oh shame, shame, oh shame Berlin in the '30s He was the only fiddler on the scene Valentino to every woman around Musician by appointment only To Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun Rudi treads the boards again The stage he knew so long ago They dug him out of some old loony's home Some wily, old geezer, another all-time pro And the dashing Carl Furor In his element once more As he steers old Eleonor Across the shining floor The violin so soothing You see the ladies find it moving But there's one who's fast asleep One in adoration starts to weep When Rudi Ratlos plays the tango He casts a spell that's not a word He's such a madman, but such a sweetie That even bum notes stay unheard And the dashing Carl Furor In his element once more As he steers old Eleonor Across the shining floor The violin so soothing You see the ladies find it moving But there's one who's fast asleep One in adoration starts to weep Crazy rhythm drags you with him The melody's for you and me Uh, no way to resist When Rudi plays a tango like this