got a little rhythm, a rhythm a rhythm
that pitter 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 all day
i have to sneak up to it, some day i`ll speak up to it
and hope it listens when i say…
you got me on the go
fascinating rhythm, i`m all a quiver
what a mess you`re making,
the neighbours want to know
why i`m always shaking,
just like my grandmother.
each morning i get up with the sun
to find at night no work has been done…
i know that once it didn`t matter,
but now you 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,
why don`t you stop picking on me.