mama, i wanna make rhythm - al bowlly lyrics
yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three
he could play a rhapsody as good as they come
but as strange as it may be, yasha hated melody
he had a yen for tympany, he longed to play a drum
when his mother made him practice on the fiddle every day
he’d stop right in the middle and he’d say
oh
mama, i wanna make rhythm
don’t wanna make music
just wanna go
da*de*ah*de*ah*de*ah
de*ah*da*da*da*dee*dee*dee
oh mama
i wanna get hotcha
i wanna make boom*ba
i want to go
da*ha*doo*dee*dee*do*da*ha
hoo*da*due*dee*dee*hoo*dee
hee*dee*hee*dee*hee*dee*hee*da*da*da
i’ve got no desire to carry a stradivarius
but there’s no limit of primitive tom*tom in my tum*tum
oh mama!
i wanna make rhythm
don’t wanna make music
just wanna go
da*la*due*lee*dee
tu*da*deh*dee*due*da*ha
tu*dee*kee*dee*kee*dee*hahd*ha
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