Rythm Sam - Nat King Cole

There’s a boy in Harlem town

Who plays the piano night and day

Folks all come from miles around

To hear him swing his blues away

They come to hear him swing his blues away

The folks all call him Rhythm Sam

They know he can jump jive

They know he can jam!

The jitterbugs all gather round

And they begin to jump jive

Shag and hustle down

He’s got rhythm

From the top of his head to the tip of his toes

The beat’s right with 'im!

Everybody knows

That he’s the best man in the band

They know that he’s the best musician in the land!

He’s got rhythm

From the top of his head to the tip of his toes;

The beat’s right with 'im!

Everybody knows

That he’s the best man in the band

They know that he’s the best musician in the land!

Rhythm Sam

Is the cat who can really jam!