Dancing With Mr. D.
The Rolling Stones Lyrics


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Yeah, down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
And one of these days he's going to set you free
Human skulls is hanging right around his neck
The palms of my hands is clammy and wet

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D

And will it be poison put in my glass?
And will it be slow or will it be fast?
The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
Hiding in a corner in New York City
Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia

I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D, with Mr. D., with Mr. D

Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing
Dancing, dancing

I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
And dancing with Mr. D. (with Mr. D.)

One night I was dancing with a lady in black
Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes
She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
I was dancing with mistress D

Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free, oh
Dancing, dancing, dancing so free
Dancing, dancing
With dance, dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance




Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance

Overall Meaning

The Rolling Stones's song "Dancing With Mr. D." is a song about dancing with the devil. The lyrics describe being in a graveyard, dancing with a mysterious man named Mr. D, who is said to be able to "set you free." The air is sweet and sick, and the singer's breath feels "clinging and thick." The man wears human skulls around his neck, and the singer's hands are clammy and wet.


The lyrics hint at the danger of dancing with Mr. D. There is a fear of poison being put in the singer's glass, or of being bitten by a snake or stung by a spider. Later in the song, the singer dances with a "lady in black" who seems to be Mistress D. Her eyes are "cunning and wise" and she looks at the singer with "black velvet eyes." The flesh falls off her bones, and her eyes burn like coals.


The song is dark and foreboding, with hints of danger and death. It is a reflection of the band's interest in the occult and the darker side of life. The lyrics leave much to the imagination, making the listener wonder about the true meaning behind the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, down in the graveyard where we have our tryst
The singer met Mr. D in the graveyard where they engage in a meeting.


The air smells sweet, the air smells sick
The air is a strange mix of pleasant and unpleasant scents.


He never smiles, his mouth merely twists
Mr. D has no sense of humor - he seems like he would be hard to get along with.


The breath in my lungs feels clinging and thick
The air around Mr. D feels like it is suffocating and difficult to breathe in.


But I know his name, he's called Mr. D
The artist knows Mr. D's name, which suggests they have had a relationship before.


And one of these days he's going to set you free
Mr. D is dangerous and will eventually harm the person the singer is addressing.


Human skulls is hanging right around his neck
Mr. D is wearing human skulls around his neck, which is a chilling detail.


The palms of my hands is clammy and wet
The artist is nervous and anxious in the presence of Mr. D.


Lord, I was dancing, dancing, dancing so free
The artist was dancing without a care in the world.


And dancing, dancing, dancing so free
The artist was moving their body with joy and abandon.


And dancing, Lord, keep your hand off me
The singer is asking for protection while they dance.


And dancing with Mr. D., with Mr. D., with Mr. D
The artist was dancing with Mr. D, the dangerous figure from earlier in the song.


And will it be poison put in my glass?
The singer is wondering if someone will try to harm them by putting poison in their drink.


And will it be slow or will it be fast?
The singer is concerned about how the poison they fear may work on them.


The bite of a snake, the sting of a spider
The singer is considering other ways they could be hurt or killed.


A drink of Belladonna on a Toussaint night
The artist envisions being given this deadly plant on a certain night, which suggests a specific plan of action.


Hiding in a corner in New York City
The artist is hiding somewhere in NYC, perhaps with the goal of avoiding Mr. D.


Looking down a forty-four in West Virginia
The singer is handling a .44 gun, which hints at the potential for violence or defense.


One night I was dancing with a lady in black
The singer had danced with another mysterious figure, someone who wore black.


Wearing black silk gloves and a black silk hat
This lady in black has a very specific and striking appearance.


She looked at me longing with black velvet eyes
The artist was gazed at intensely by this lady in black.


She gazed at me strange all cunning and wise
The lady in black seemed to know something important or have a hidden agenda.


I saw the flesh just fall off her bones
The lady in black's appearance changes suddenly or startlingly.


The eyes in her skull was burning like coals
The lady's eyes have an intense, fiery gaze.


Lord, have mercy, fire and brimstone
This phrase suggests catastrophe, perhaps the end of the world or a terrible event.


Dance, dance, dance, dance
This repetition emphasizes the act of dancing, making it a key theme of the song.




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Written by: Keith Richards, Mick Jagger

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