| 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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| Refrain:
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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 — |