Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm
That pit-a-pats through my brain
So darn persistent
The day isn't distant
When it'll drive me insane
Comes in the morning
Without any warning
And hangs around me all day
I'll have to sneak up to it
Someday, and speak up to it
I hope it listens when I say:
Fascinating rhythm
You've got me on the go
Fascinating rhythm
I'm all a-quiver
When a mess you're making
The neighbours want to know
Why I'm always shaking
Just like a flivver
Each morning I get up with the sun
Start a-hopping
Never stopping
To find at night no work has been done
I know that
Once it didn't matter
But now you're doing wrong
When you start to patter
I'm so unhappy
Won't you take a day off?
Decide to run along
Somewhere far away off
And make it snappy
Oh, how I long to be the man I used to be
Fascinating rhythm
Oh won't you stop picking on me?
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