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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
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- An Evening With
- The Very Thought of You
- Romantic Voice
- Midnight, the Stars and You
- Al Bowlly Diamond
- Learn To Croon
- 88 Hits : Al Bowlly Vol 2
- Sing As We Go The Best Of Al Bowlly
- Wherever You Are
- Wanted...Al Bowlly
- Walking My Baby Back Home
- Lover Come Back to Me (Remastered)
- Al Bowlly... Remembers
- Croon, Mr. Swoon: The Very Best of Al Bowlly
- Goodnight...But Not Goodbye
- Night and Day
- Sentimentally Yours
- A Million Dreams