Now this is the second song for the Sultan and not to be understood, even by me. It blasted from loudspeakers at the Presidio YMCA – a place sorely missed for various reasons, mostly because normal, ordinary people go there. Fellow guests in this hotel are terribly privileged and extremely rich and selfish beyond belief using their rather eerie heads only for a hat rack rack. Well some are marvellous and write limericks for inclusion in this blog – but on the whole they are vague, silly and distracted, particularly the women, So this is my second song for the Sultan (aka SSS, aka Fazza aka The Crown Prince of Dubai) It is inexplicable why this song comes to mind. It is Save the Last Dance for Me, and here are the lyrics.
You can dance every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile every smile for the man
Who held your hand beneath the pale moon light
But don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Oh, I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
And don’t forget who’s takin’ you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Baby, don’t you know I love you so
Can’t you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you oh so much
You can dance, go and carry on
‘Til the night is gone
And it’s time to go
If he asks if you’re all alone
Can he walk you home, you must tell him no
‘Cause don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
Save the last dance for me
Oh, I know that the music’s fine
Like sparklin’ wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we’re apart
Don’t give your heart to anyone
And don’t forget who’s taking you home
And in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
So don’t forget who’s taking you home
Or in whose arms you’re gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Oh baby, won’t you save the last dance for me
Ooh, you make a promise
That you’ll save the last dance for me
Save the last dance
The very last dance
For me.
It is my considered belief, based on the population of this hotel that there are no people left in Qatar. Yesterday morning a young man from Qatar, still drunk from partying – told me that I was very sexy. He was accompanied by a slightly older man from Dubai. Hearing this tale of woe caused a foursome from Swindon to come up with this limerick which will be printed for the first time upon these pages.
There was once a man from Qatar
Who strung me along with his guitar
He was six foot seven
He could be one eleven
As long as he preformed par.
The same foursome composed the following, learning of a certain individual.
There once was a Crown Prince of Dubai
Who was actually quite a nice guy
I met his sister and brother
I’d quite like to be his lover
So to the Arab Emirates I will fly.
On that high note I shall close this rather short blog.
