Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm

Lyrics

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 [scat] Mama, I wanna go hotcha Don't wanna go boombah Just wanna go [scat] 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 wanna make music Just wanna go [scat]