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(Jerome Jerome / Richard Byron / Walter Kent) |
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Yasha was a prodigy, since he was a kid of three |
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He could play a rhapsody as good as they come |
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But as strange as it may be, Yasha hated melody |
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He had a yen for tympani, he longed to play a drum |
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When his Mother made him practice on the fiddle every day |
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He'd stop right in the middle and he'd say.... |
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Mama, I wanna make rhythm |
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Don't wanta make music |
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Just wanna go zoozi-zah-zah-zoozi |
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Ooh-cah-dee-doodle-oodle-aah-doo |
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Mama, I wanna get hotcha |
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I wanta make boombah |
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I wanna go gah-gah |
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Za-rah-kah, zat-zow, ooh-dee-lah |
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I've got no desire to carry a Stradivarius, but |
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There's no limit of primitive tom-tom in my tum-tum |
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Mama, I wanna make rhythm |
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Don't wanta make music |
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Just wanna go wookee-ah-kay-a-kaya-kaya |
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Yag-a-yag-a-yag-a-yag |
