I got rhythm

I got music

I got my man

[Speaking]

You play real good!

How old are you? Eight?

...I was eight once...

For a whole year!

Then I went on to the big time...

Nine...Ten...

[Singing]

I got daisies in green pastures

I got my man

Who could ask for anything more

All man trouble, I don't mind him

You won't find him

Round and round and round my door

I got starlight

I got sweet dream

I got my man

Who can ask for anything more

I got rhythm

I got music

I got my man

Johnny can only play one note

And the note he plays is this

This is just a little samba

Built upon a single note

Other notes are bound to follow

But the root is still

That note

Now this new one is the consequence

Of the one we've just concluded

As I'm bound to be the unavoidable

Consequence of you

There's so many people who can

Talk an' talk an' talk

And just say nothing

Nothing

I have used to go the scale

I know that at the end

I've come to nothing

Nothing

So I come back to my first note

As I must come back to you

I will pour into that one note

All the love I feel for you

Anyone who wants the whole show

Re mi fa sol la ti do

He would find himself with no show

Better play the note you know

Dah dah dee dee da ah ah ...

Better play the note you know !