I Lost The Rythm

Jason Graae


You see before you a sad calypso man
A very sad thing happened to me (let me tell you)
It isn’t like a calypso man to cry
But when you hear my trouble, you’ll see
If I had lost all my money or my wife ran away
To a calypso man these things are small
But what happened to this calypso man is the saddest blow of all

I lost the rhythm
I can hear the melody
The band is sweet
But, gee, I’m just not with them
I lost the rhythm
Where is the drumbeat?
The trumpet player can be proud
At least plays the music loud
But some beat, where’s the drumbeat?

When I lose the beat it’s as though I were dead (Oh, I got it!)
The tune may be sweet, but my feet are like lead
Who cares for the words if the music is hot
I gotta hear drums or dance I can not!
(You see, it’s a very, very terrible thing)

(Herb Alpert, what are you doing here? This is Jamaica, not Tijuana – and where’s the beat?)

So give me rhythm
Mister, if you play for me
The song can be in any key
Who cares if it’s a symphony or bop
Oh, but I lost the rhythm
It’s just as well the song is over so I’ll stop
Oy vey!