The Rhythm Machine

Each day you gotta new tune coming
As you tap your feet and you keep on humming
And links get lost as you turn your back on the past.
You work hard, but it don’t work out,
You got your cards and you got locked out;
So you move on down where the rock’n’rollers dance.

You feel the beat but your feet keep fadin’
Your head goes dead and the room’s vibratin’
And a girl can whirl in a world where you never can go.
But you know you gotta get to know that smile,
So you move up close and you catch her eye,
And you feel inside that’s a girl that you’re getting to know.

Someone call for some rock’n’roll,
Someone need another riff ‘a soul.
You get right down where the bassman’s been,
And you’re rollin’ round with the rhythm machine.
It’s late and the band’s gone wild,
You gotta gyrate, and she’ll wonder why
She didn’t see that guy who was high on the rhythm machine.

It’s time, you gotta play your hand.
You gotta show that lady you’re a lotta man.
And there’s just one way, well I know that you know what I mean.
A girl don’t care how you cut your hair,
She don’t care how you gotta lotta pain to share.
Her eye’s on the guys who are high on the rhythm machine.
Her eye’s on the guys who are high on the rhythm machine.
Yeh, her eye’s on the guys who are high on the rhythm machine.