Chapman-Simpson I can tell it by the way you walk You ain't no pale Nijinsky I can tell it by the way you talk You ain't no Prince o' Wales I can tell it by the way you move That you got the good times shakin' I can tell it by the midnight hour You'll be spinnin' on a dime To the same old country music The same old sound of soul The same old grooves Yeh the low down blues & the same old Rock 'n' Roll Well I can see – that you believe Yes I can see – that you believe I can tell it by the way you look You aint no Casanova I can tell it by the way you're cut That you aint so Debonaire I can tell the way you kick it back Nothin' gets too holy I can tell you're an open book Just hanging on your dream Of the same old country music The same old sound of soul The same old grooves Yeh the low down blues & the same old Rock 'n'Roll Well I can see – that you believe Yes I can see – that you believe Well I can see – that you believe All lit up – like Christmas trees Huh. There you are – as thick as thieves I can see – that you believe Just a dancing fool – you got your dancing Queen Oh I can see – that you believe Oh I can see – that you believe Uh huh. Just like me