Tiny Dancer

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand.

From the second you fit yourself into the glorious opening piano riff you feel at home in Elton’s voice, where he’s going where he’s from and where he wants to take you. It’s a shame he’s such a figure of fun now a days, but in all fairness he doesn’t really help out his fans on that notion much at all.

It’s a love song written by Bernie Taupin, Elton’s lyric writer. For while John possessed some of the finest soul golden lined pipes in all of the 70’s he couldn’t transfer that to words at all. He and Bernie marauded the US touring and writing, producing untold amounts of music, they were simply prolific. This song symbolises Bernie and John coming together, doing what they do best and creating a mother God of a song.

I don’t know, listen to it and try not to think about his fashion directions and you’ll be fine.