Sting - The Night The Pugilist Learned How To Dance Lyrics




In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
There had to be something that was better than this,
I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.

Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.

Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right,
Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
The important thing's never to look at your feet,
Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
It's all about attitude, all in your stance,
Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.

So I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
The important thing's never to look at yr feet,
But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance,
They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right,
Or you're losing on points by the end of the night,
Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.

In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.





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Sting The Night The Pugilist Learned How To Dance Comments
  1. mizzury54

    I just saw this play and the scene with this song was one of my favorite parts of the show.

  2. RICHARD GRANNON

    😂😂

  3. Chris x

    I didn't know Morgoth could sing!

  4. GraciMusic

    I wish all men nowadays admitted their romantic side and put it to work, that is really an act of bravery, not fighting :)

  5. Hello There

    I bought a second hand car off Jimmy Nail and this CD was in the changer. Along with Steps

  6. Azzedine Filia

    im dancing in my mind

  7. Marcello Sedita

    In the streets around here there was nobody tougher than me,
    I was quick with me fists and fast with me footwork as you can plainly see,
    But while fighting was useful for getting your way,
    Among the toughs of the town where you could hold sway,
    There had to be something that was better than this,
    I was fifteen years old and I'd never been kissed.

    Well of course she'd ignore me, her friends would all sneer,
    At me bloody nose dripping and me cauliflower ear,
    For it's hard to convince in a romantic pose,
    With a lovely black eye and a broken nose,
    Where a girl is attracted to skills more refined,
    Than the pugilist's art, and so I inclined,
    To take meself serious as a modern romancer,
    And I secretly learnt all the moves of a dancer.

    Ye swing to the left, ye swing to the right,
    Keep your eyes on your partner, more or less like a fight,
    Ye just follow the rhythm, and ye keep to the beat,
    The important thing's never to look at your feet,
    Then a miracle happens, your mind's in a trance,
    Though the strategy's subtle, retreat and advance,
    It's all about attitude, all in your stance,
    Attention to detail, leaving nothing to chance,
    Which explains how the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

    Well, I'd waltz with a broomstick and if I was caught,
    I'd pretend I was sweeping or practicing sport,
    But I really had eyes for your mother ye see,
    Wanting her to acknowledge this new version of me,
    But now everyone's watching, expecting I'll fail,
    But there's fire in me belly, there's wind in me sails,
    I knew it was risky and I was taking a chance,
    I couldn't retreat now, I had to advance.

    So I swing to the left, I swing to the right,
    Keep me eyes on me partner, like I would in a fight,
    I just keep to the rhythm and follow the beat,
    The important thing's never to look at yr feet,
    But a miracle's happened, and your mind's in a trance,
    They're all laughing and cheering and looking askance,
    On the night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

    It's a three-minute round and you're back in yr corner,
    You're licking yr wounds just like little Jack Horner,
    Don't let your guard down try a jab with your right,
    Or you're losing on points by the end of the night,
    Then a miracle happens, and everyone's screaming,
    You're pinching yourself just in case you're still dreaming,
    You've taken the initiative, you've taken your chance,
    It's the night when this pugilist finally learned how to dance.

    In a bout where the strategist's bridges were burned,
    Where it seemed that his fortune had suddenly turned,
    'Twas the night that this scrapper was suddenly dapper,
    And this poor fellow's heart was still going like the clappers,
    The night that the pugilist finally learned how to dance.

  8. Robert Berardi

    7 people have a cauliflower ear.

  9. Marco Zoncu

    Great song from a great storyteller, absolutely lovely

  10. Kawaii Cookie

    THANK YOU! I LOVE THIS SONG AND WISH IT WAS STILL... popular...

  11. Timothy Hogan

    A perfect song...a complete screenplay in a song

  12. GREGORY RUSSO

    What a great, simple tune, Sting always COMES THROUGH! Sting is so good, he makes me smile!!

  13. Curtisr Ramsaroop

    Sting is story teller.....above par

  14. dan plewniak

    old school

  15. Vivian Kunert-Rüger

    Kann nicht genug kriegen von diesem romantischen Song!

  16. Tomas Herranz

    FANTÁSTICO LP.

  17. Max Cavadel

    Who's the one guy who disliked this clearly epic song

    Paul Feldioreanu

    +Max Cavadel it's that one guy

    Evgeniy Belyaev

    he still didn't learn how to dance

    Bobbity McBoberson Bobzington Bobbins Baabu

    He still has never been kissed

  18. swag master jeff

    i usally listen to EDM i dont know why i love this

    Max Cavadel

    +casey anderson because it's an awesome song. do you need a better reason?

    Paul Feldioreanu

    +swag master jeff what's an EDM?

    swag master jeff

    @Paul Feldioreanu a type music 

    Aleksey Tsalolikhin

    Paul Feldioreanu electronic dance music

  19. oholalila

    romantic

  20. SJF UNITED

    I am 10 my dad got me in to sting one I love all of his songs

  21. MALTA518

    Beautiful waltz and further proof that Sting is a great songwriter 

  22. Steve Marcello Arce

    Amazing

  23. turtles560

    Sting has still got it. good music isn't dead :)

  24. Roc Doc

    Love This Song! It Reminds Me Of The Old Days, When During The Holidays All My Irish Relatives Would Get Together, And After A Few; " Pops," They Would Take Turns Singing Their Favorite Songs From Their Youth Back On The; " Emerald Isle. "

    liam cleere

    joe cutietta really weird way of describing Ireland but true😁

  25. late fall chill

    I hope "The last Ship" is a big success on Broadway.

  26. roberta travagliati

    il ballo come un incontro di pugilato... tenerissimo testo, tenerissima musica.....