Letra de I Lost The Rythm - Jason Graae
Letra de canci�n de I Lost The Rythm de Jason Graae lyrics
You see before you a sad calypso man
A very sad thing happened to me (let me tell you)
It isn�t like a calypso man to cry
But when you hear my trouble, you�ll see
If I had lost all my money or my wife ran away
To a calypso man these things are small
But what happened to this calypso man is the saddest blow of all
I lost the rhythm
I can hear the melody
The band is sweet
But, gee, I�m just not with them
I lost the rhythm
Where is the drumbeat?
The trumpet player can be proud
At least plays the music loud
But some beat, where�s the drumbeat?
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When I lose the beat it�s as though I were dead (Oh, I got it!)
The tune may be sweet, but my feet are like lead
Who cares for the words if the music is hot
I gotta hear drums or dance I can not!
(You see, it�s a very, very terrible thing)
(Herb Alpert, what are you doing here? This is Jamaica, not Tijuana � and where�s the beat?)
So give me rhythm
Mister, if you play for me
The song can be in any key
Who cares if it�s a symphony or bop
Oh, but I lost the rhythm
It�s just as well the song is over so I�ll stop
Oy vey!
A very sad thing happened to me (let me tell you)
It isn�t like a calypso man to cry
But when you hear my trouble, you�ll see
If I had lost all my money or my wife ran away
To a calypso man these things are small
But what happened to this calypso man is the saddest blow of all
I lost the rhythm
I can hear the melody
The band is sweet
But, gee, I�m just not with them
I lost the rhythm
Where is the drumbeat?
The trumpet player can be proud
At least plays the music loud
But some beat, where�s the drumbeat?
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/i-lost-the-rythm-jason-graae.php
When I lose the beat it�s as though I were dead (Oh, I got it!)
The tune may be sweet, but my feet are like lead
Who cares for the words if the music is hot
I gotta hear drums or dance I can not!
(You see, it�s a very, very terrible thing)
(Herb Alpert, what are you doing here? This is Jamaica, not Tijuana � and where�s the beat?)
So give me rhythm
Mister, if you play for me
The song can be in any key
Who cares if it�s a symphony or bop
Oh, but I lost the rhythm
It�s just as well the song is over so I�ll stop
Oy vey!