You can get it from the blair of the trumpet

You can get it from the whir of a slight trumpet

You can get it from the slap of a big string base

Or the morn of the saxophon

And everytime I hear a band start playing

Whether it be fast or sweet and low

From the very moment it starts beating

Everything above me starts repeating

Drums roar

Saxes morn

Trumpets blast

Fascinating rhythm

You've got me on the go

Fascinating rhythm

I'm all a quiver

When a mess you're making

The neighbours want to know

Why I'm always shaking

Just like a flivver

Each morning I get up with the sun

Start a hopping never stopping

To find at night no work has been done

I know that once it didn't matter

But now you're doing wrong

When you start to patter

I'm so unhappy

Won't you take a day off

Decide to go away

Somewhere far away off

And make it snappy

How I long to be the girl I used to be

Fascinating rhythm

Oh won't you stop picking on me

Da da di ah da da di ah da da di ah da

Da da di ah da da di ah da da di ah da

How I wish they take away

Take away from me

And ring those hands around me oh dadadada

Da da di ah da da di ah da da di ah da

Da da da di ah

I know that rhythm is cruel to me

Rhythm is rude to me

Making a fool of me

Stop it

Stop it

Fascinating rhythm

Won't you stop picking on me