The Rhythm
The world is like a merry-go-round
That can’t do anything but turn.
It’s like a winding windmill
That can’t do anything but churn,
It’s like a broken record
That’s stuck on its repeat
And it really won’t stop turning
Till you keep in with the beat
Till you tap your feet against the floor;
In bum-de-bum de-bum
Till you bang your head against the door;
TO bum-de-bum de-bum
And if you get it out of time
And if you get it wrong
I’ll change the rhythm just for you, so it goes
De-BONG-BONG dee-BONG-BONG!
The world is like a merry-go-round
That can’t do anything but turn.
It’s like a winding windmill
That can’t do anything but churn,
It’s like a broken record
That’s stuck on its repeat
And it really won’t stop turning
Till you keep in with the beat
Till you tap your feet against the floor;
In bum-de-bum de-bum
Till you bang your head against the door;
TO bum-de-bum de-bum
And if you get it out of time
And if you get it wrong
I’ll change the rhythm just for you, so it goes
De-BONG-BONG dee-BONG-BONG!
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