Come loosen up, so hung up

Come count the ways to brether

Remember, the winter gets cold in ways you always forget



Oh, you know... The rhythm and soul

Get your hands out your back pockets, boy let it go



Here comes the man you saw in Kazzan,

He just picks in his coat... Oh no

The rhythm and soul.



Dollars and cents and no accident

Not in the name of democracy.

Come get there, come be there

Come let your socks fall down to your shoes



Oh, you know... The rhythm and soul

Get your ankles moving their sockets

Oh there you go



And here comes the man

He bought a gift from Kazzan

He can't leave it alone... Oh no

The rhythm and soul



When you take a picture and it falls in the lot... Oh no, no

Take another picture and you spring in the trap... Oh no, no

You miss home



You can't back this at your ride

Change of tide

And you're wise, you're wise

Rhythm and...



Tracked houses, square couches,

Short legs and square shoulders,

Pot holders, aching soldiers,

Your tank rollers, your all-overs



And you know, oh the rhythm and soul

Get your fingers moving their sockets

Tune in Tokyo.



You're just the man

The one I saw in Kazzan

Wonder what this book will throw... Oh no

The rhythm and...