I've nothin' left that I can call my own
You took my dance, you took my song
Give me back my rhythm, give me back my swing
Give me back those songs that I love to sing
(Scats)
Oh, I'm on a sit-down strike for rhythm
On a sit-down strike for dance
I've nothin' left to give 'em
Not even a song of romance
On a sit-down strike for hotcha
I had it from M to Z
But you stole my rhythm, you stole my hotcha
Ain't nothin' left for me
Did you ever see me do a ballet?
Did you ever see me do a minuet?
But I saw you truck and do the Suzie-Q
Now, what do you expect me to do?
On a sit-down strike for rhythm
On a sit-down strike for dance
I've nothin' left to give 'em
Not even a song of romance
On a sit-down strike for rhythm
A sit-down strike for dance
I've nothin' left to give 'em
Not even a song of romance
On a sit-down strike for my hotcha
I had it from M to Z
But you stole my rhythm, you stole my hotcha
Ain't nothin' left for me
Oh, yeah
On a sit-down strike for rhythm
On a sit-down strike for dance
I've nothin' left to give 'em
Not even a song of romance