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Irving berlin |
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'cause he ain't got rhythm |
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Every night he sits in the house alone |
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He ain't got rhythm |
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Every night he s@ts there are wears a frown |
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He attracted some attention |
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When he found the fourth dimension |
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But he ain't got rhythm |
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So no one's with him |
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The loneliest man in town |
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Oh! lonely man is he |
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Bending over his books |
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His wife and family |
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Keep giving him dirty looks |
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'cause he ain't got rhythm |
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When they call him up |
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It's to call him down |
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With that daring aviator |
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He encircled the equator |
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But he ain't got rhythm |
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So no one's with him |
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Loneliest man in town |
