Daddy started out in San Francisco, Tootin' on his trumpet loud and mean. Suddenly a voice said, "Go forth, Daddy. Spread the picture on a wider screen."
And the voice said, "Daady, there's a million pigeons Ready to be hooked on new religions. Hit the road, Daddy. Leave your common-law wife. Spread the religion of the rhythm of life."
And the rhythm of life is a powerful beat, Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet, Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street, Yes, the rhythm of life is a powerful beat.
To feel the rhythm of life, To feel the powerful beat, To feel the tingle in your fingers, To feel the tingle in your feet.
Daddy spread the gospel in Milwaukee, Took his walkie-talkie to Rocky Ridge, Blew his way to Canton, then to Scranton, Till he landed under the Manhattan Bridge.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation, Built up quite an operation down below. With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing, All the cats were go, go, going down below.
Daddy was the new sensation, got himself a congregation, Built up quite an operation down below. With the pie-eyed piper blowing, while the muscatel was flowing, All the cats were go, go, going down below.
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy, Flip your wings and fly to Daddy, Flip your wings and fly to Daddy, Fly, fly, fly to Daddy.
Take a dive and swim to Daddy, Take a dive and swim to Daddy, Take a dive and swim to Daddy, Swim, swim, swim to Daddy.
Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy, Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy, Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy, Crawl, crawl, crawl to Daddy.
And the rhythm of life is a powerful beat, Puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet, Rhythm in your bedroom, rhythm in the street, Yes, the rhythm of life is a powerful beat.
To feel the rhythm of life, To feel the powerful beat, To feel the tingle in your fingers, To feel the tingle in your feet.
To feel the rhythm of life, To feel the powerful beat, To feel the tingle in your fingers, To feel the tingle in your feet.
Flip your wings and fly to Daddy, Take a dive and swim to Daddy, Hit the floor and crawl to Daddy, Daddy we got the rhythm of life, Of life, of life, of life. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Man!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
