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Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm - Cab Calloway

Ya she 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 Ya she hated melody

He had a yen for tympani he longed to play a drum

When his mama made him practice on the fiddle every day

He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say

Mama I wanna make rhythm

Don't wanna make music

Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi

Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo

Mama I wanna get hotcha

Don't wanna go boombah

I wanna go gah-gah

Za-rah-kah zat-zow ooh-dee-lah

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 wanna make music

Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya

Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag