
GOOD AFTERNOON, MY FRIEND! You have bought the record. You have bought the chart. You are a person of excellent judgement and I salute you with both hands.
I am Professor Kwabena “Sweetfoot” Adjetey-Mensah, bandleader, trumpet enthusiast, and — since the first of this month — Dance Master. I invented this dance. I wrote every word on this paper. I drew the feet. (The printer drew the arrows. They are very good arrows.)
Eight bars. Sixteen footprints. One cheeky hip-check. One calabash you cannot see. One spin at the end that you will practise in the corridor. By nine o’clock tonight you will be magnificent.
PRICE 6d · comes rolled with the record
Unfold this chart one panel at a time, like a civilised person. Then lay it on the floor and WALK it.
Solid feet: Gentlemen. Outlined feet: Ladies (you are facing him, so everything is in the mirror — I have faith in you). Follow the gentlemen’s prints with the arrow keys ← → ↑ ↓, or tap the print that is shining.
Count it with me, out loud, I do not care who is listening at the counter.
On count EIGHT of the fourth bar, the gentleman stops dead, straightens his back and balances an invisible calabash of palm-wine on his head. He holds it for the whole of the trumpet riff. The lady looks at him as if to say, “Don’t you dare spill it.” That is the name of the song. That is the whole joke. It is a very good joke.
ANYBODY who does the calabash freeze on beat 6 will be asked to sit down.
1. The Double Calabash. Gentleman, on the next “one”, hand the calabash to the lady. Ladies, balance it. If either of you drops an invisible calabash, apologise to the floor.
2. The Trumpet Point. When the trumpets go ta-DAH!, point at them. Mr. Ofori and Mr. Badu are the finest trumpet section on any roof in this city. They can hold a note longer than a queue at the post office. They deserve your finger.
3. The Corridor Spin. Make the final spin a double. Most couples will need to practise in the corridor first. I have spoken to the hotel. The corridor is AVAILABLE.
Gentlemen whose lady is taller: rejoice! Her calabash sits higher than yours and you simply look up at it with admiration, which is correct. Ladies whose gentleman is taller: on the spin he raises his arm higher. That is HIS job. Do not stand on a chair.
The band’s cables run along the front of the stage. They belong to the amplifier. The amplifier belongs to me. It cost more than your shoes. Shuffle AROUND them. Anybody found shuffling ON them will be walked to the punch bowl and made to stand beside it until the interval.
Walk all sixteen prints on the beat — not one scuff — and I will stamp this coupon personally, with my own rubber stamp, which I bought specially.
Post this coupon with 6d in stamps to SWEETFOOT DANCE CHARTS, P.O. Box 1170, Accra and receive by return CHART No. 2 — THE GROUNDNUT GLIDE, with two-colour arrows and a full diagram of the elbows.