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