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