I got rhythm. I got music. I got my man. . {You play real good. How old are you, eight?. Yea. Really. I was eight once. For a whole year. Then I went on to the big time.
I wouldn't have the TV in the bedroom. I wouldn't have this teardrop in my eye. I wouldn't need the radio to be my lullaby. If I had you, if I had you.
Somehow by fate misguided,. A buttercup resided. In the mandarin's orchid garden.. . A buttercup that did not please. The lovely peace of such a place..
I got rhythm. I got music. I got my man. Who could ask for anything more?. I got daisies. In green pastures. I got my man. Who could ask for anything more?.