Mama, I Wanna Make Rhythm

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
Everyday, he’d stop right in the middle
And he’d say
Mama, I wanna make rhythm
Don’t wanta make music
Just wanna go zoozi, zah, zah, zoozi
Ooh, cah, dee, doodle, oodle, aah, doo
Mama, I wanna get hotcha
I wanta make boombah
I wanna go gah, gah
Za, rah, kah, zat, zow, ooh, dee, lah
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 wanta make music
Just wanna go wookee ah kay akaya kaya
Yag a yag a yag a yag