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I Wanna Make Rhythm - Cab Calloway (凯伯·凯洛威)
Written by：Cab Calloway
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 tympani he longed to play a drum
When his mama made him practice on his fiddle
Everyday he'd stop right in the middle
And he'd say
Mama I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go
Mama I wanna go hotcha
Don't wana go boombah
Just wanna go
I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius
But there's no limit
Of primitive tom tom in my tum tum
Mama I wanna make rhythm
Don't wanta make music
Just wanna go