Rhythm Sam

There’s a boy in Harlem town
Who plays the piano night and day
Folks all come from miles around
To hear him swing his blues away
They come to hear him swing his blues away
The folks all call him Rhythm Sam
They know he can jump jive
They know he can jam!
The jitterbugs all gather round
And they begin to jump jive
Shag and hustle down
He’s got rhythm
From the top of his head to the tip of his toes
The beat’s right with 'im!
Everybody knows
That he’s the best man in the band
They know that he’s the best musician in the land!
He’s got rhythm
From the top of his head to the tip of his toes;
The beat’s right with 'im!
Everybody knows
That he’s the best man in the band
They know that he’s the best musician in the land!
Rhythm Sam
Is the cat who can really jam!