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 !