Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm

Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm - Lew Stone

Written by：Richard Byron/Jerome Jerome/Walter Kent

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 mother 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 wanta make music

Just wanna go zoozi zah zah zoozi

Ooh cah dee doodle oodle aah doo

Mama I wanna make hotcha

I wanta make 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 want make music

Just wanna go wookee ah kay a kaya kaya