Bailando Social

Gather round the firelight glow, I've got stories twistin' wild and slow. There once was a dreamer with a silver tongue spinnin' yarns of glory under moon and sun. He'd swear the sky rained down on him. One gold, one stormy night, turned to stumble to a hero's fight. Folks would laugh till their sides would ache, buyin' every word like sweet coconut cake. Oh, tell me a story, make it tall and grand. Call it back, tall and grand. Weave your magic with a wink and sleight of hand. Call it back, sleight of hand. Off into legend, that's the storyteller's plan. Call it back, storyteller's plan. He claimed he danced with shadows in the gale. Rolled waves that swallowed ships without fail. A pebble became a mountain peak so high that grew to thunder in the sky. We clap and holler, caught up in the thrill. Knowin' deep down it was all for the spill. Oh, tell me a story, make it tall and grand. Call it back, tall and grand. Weave your magic with a wink and sleight of hand. Call it back, sleight of hand. Off into legend, that's the storyteller's plan. Call it back, storyteller's plan. But wait, now the truth starts to peek through the fun. One lie, too many, and the tale's undone. Still we crave that sparkle, that merry deceit. Cause plain old facts got no rhythmic beat. Oh, tell me a story, make it tall and grand. Call it back, tall and grand. Weave your magic with a wink and sleight of hand. Call it back, sleight of hand. Off into legend, that's the storyteller's plan. Call it back, storyteller's plan. So raise your glass. To the king of the spin. Stories forever, let the laughter begin.