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Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm - Al Bowlly/Lew Stone
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 maybe yasha hated melody
He had a yen for tympani 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
Ohhoo mama I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go doodleoodleaahdoo
Ohh mama I wanna get hotcha
I wanta make boombah
I wanch a go zarahkahzatdida
I've got no desire to carry a stradivarius but
There's no limit of primitive tom tom in my tum tum
Ohh mama I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go dadadeoodadiadi