If there’s no music in these words we say
If there’s no rhythm when you walk away
Wind up the victrola and drop the needle in
Come sit beside me and hold me again
Be glad I found you down there in the racks
With no one around you
You’re never going back
Play on your organ
Play on your drums
Play on, you orphan
You’re old enough but young
We took the parkway out to Rockaway
Where was everybody?
They were here yesterday...
If there’s no music in these words we say
If there’s no rhythm when you walk away
Play on your organ
Play on your drums
Play on, you orphan
You’re old enough but young
Play on your organ
Play on your drums
Play on, you orphan
You’re old enough but young