Got a little rhythm, a rhythm, a rhythm
That pitter-pats in 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
Fascinatin' rhythm, you've got me on the go;
Fascinatin' rhythm, I'm all a-quiver.
What a mess you're making, the neighbors 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, that 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 girl I used to be -
Oh, won't you stop picking on me?