Rhythm Machine

I’m a rhythm machine, you know what I mean
I’m a rhythm machine, you know what I mean
I got time, running through my head in bed
Instead of sleep, I get licks instead
I’m a rhythm machine, you know what I mean
I’m a music man, I play the blues whenever I can
I’m a music man, I play the blues whenever I can
I get a fat backbeat, instead of food when I eat
The ticking of a clock gets me out of my seat
I’m a music man, I play the blues whenever I can
I herd «Crosscut Saw» before I was four
«Smokestack Lightning» had me crawling across the floor
The Beach Boys didn’t get me, but Fats Domino did
I’ve been keeping time ever since I was a kid
I’m a music machine, don’t you know what I mean?
I’m rhythm machine, he knows what I mean, -owe!
Boom boom
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah-eah…
I’m a rhythm machine
I’m a rhythm machine
I’m a rhythm machine
Don’t you know what I mean?
I’m a music man
Yeah and I play the blues whenever I can
Hey, play the blues then
Oh, yeah, yeah
Play it for kings and queens
Yeah, yeah, I’m a music man
I’m a rhythm machine…